I stand in front of the huge gothic floor length mirror gazing at my reflection. Today is my wedding day. I am completely alone now as the servants have finished my preparations.
I have no bridesmaids to giggle and get excited with. I have no reason to feel excited. I had once thought this would be the happiest day of my life when I married Sammael. That it would be a huge celebration filled with my joy. It will be a huge celebration that I do not doubt but there will be no joy. How could we have ended up here?
My hair tumbles down my back in loose curls, my wedding crown spirals up glistening with black diamonds into sharp peaks, it feels heavy. I think not so much the physical weight of the crown but the weight of everything it symbolises.
Skin paler than it used to be almost like
