Lucia’s world spun violently as memories she couldn't fully grasp came crashing into her consciousness. Her feet had betrayed her halfway down the aisle, and the next thing she knew, she was plunging into darkness. The rush of emotions, the confused faces of the guests, and the heavy weight of her gown faded into oblivion as everything went black.
When Lucia slowly regained consciousness, she found herself in an unfamiliar room. The heavy scent of incense and the soft rustling of fabric greeted her senses as she blinked against the dim lighting. Her head pounded with a severe headache, the remnants of her fragmented memories pressing against her mind like a vice.
Martha, the kind old woman who had cared for her since she arrived at the palace, was sitting beside her bed. As Lucia stirred
