Alexander
Standing in front of the altar, I want to vomit. I hate this, knowing that the woman that will be walking down the aisle isn't my mate, isn't the woman I had promised to spend forever with nearly six years ago. Instead, the woman walking down the aisle is the woman that tried ripping us apart. The suit I am wearing suffocates me, the air too thick to breathe.
Rachel walks down the aisle, her blond hair done up in curls hanging down her back with a tiara placed on her head made of white gold and diamonds. Fraya never cared about wearing a f*****g tiara, but that is just one of the many things that made Fraya a far better queen than Rachel will ever be. Fraya didn't need a crown to lead her people, she had the will to do it, the loving and caring nature needed to lead our people
