Once upon a time, a prince married a princess.
On my wedding day, I turned an American girl into a princess once I put my ring on her finger. She wore a gown of ivory lace, satin, and beads yet managed to outshine the beauty of the gown. Her veil fell softly along the length of her dark hair, and although her face was pale when she joined me at the altar, she never once showed that she was terrified.
The church was old, drafty, and musty. It smelled like wet dog. When Niamh arrived at my side, taking my arm, I wanted to c***k a joke about the smell. But when I leaned down to whisper something in her ear, she turned away—just ever so slightly. Like she hadn’t seen me come closer to her.
She clutched my arm, as if I was the only thing keeping her upright. But no one in that church could t
