The morning of the ceremony dawned with the kind of crystalline perfection that only occurred in the Dragon Realm, where even the weather seemed to understand the importance of proper atmospheric coordination.
Samantha woke to the gentle chiming of crystal bells and the soft glow of flowers that had apparently decided to celebrate by blooming in synchronized patterns outside her window.
She stretched languidly, feeling surprisingly well-rested despite the magnitude of what lay ahead.
Today was her wedding day—and potentially the beginning of the most dangerous supernatural conflict in recent history. It was the kind of duality that had become disturbingly normal in her life.
A soft knock at her chamber door interrupted her thoughts. "Samantha, darling," Lily's voice called through the crystal, "your wedding preparation committee has arrived, and we come bearing coffee and magical beauty enhancement spells."
