Luna’s pov
It’s been a week.
The closer we got to the wedding date the more I wanted to vomit my guts out.
My whole life is going to change after this.
I was still in bed, and someone knocked on the door and I told them to come in.
Blake came in and then looked around the room before his eyes landed.
“Morning, you need to get ready. Today we head to the capital,” he said, and I nodded.
I must have looked like I had seen a ghost because he looked at me and frowned a bit.
“You don’t look okay,” he said, and I nodded.
“I don’t feel particularly good,” I said,
and he quickly sat by my side and then touched my forehead.
“You don’t have a fever, is it maybe morning sickness or food poisoning?,” he asked me concerned and I shook my head.
“It’s the wedding,” I finally said it, and
