The morning sky wore a gown of silver mist.
The bells of Velmire tolled across the horizon, their solemn chime echoing through the quiet streets as if the very air bowed to what was to come. Today, the union of Lord Kael Blackthorn and Lady Nerine Marudas.....or Sofia would be sealed before vampires, council, and realm alike.
Inside Madam Helen's townhouse, the scent of roses and lavender filled the hall. Seamstresses whispered as they adjusted the folds of Nerine's gown, while Irene, eyes glimmering with joy and nerves, fastened a strand of pearls around her neck. The fabric shimmered faintly under the candlelight — a gown of pale moon silk, embroidered with threads of silver that caught every flicker of light like water rippling under the stars.
Madam Helen clasped Nerine's hands. "You look radiant, my dear. Like your mother would've wanted you to be." Her voice broke slightly, but she smiled through it. "It's your day."
