Amethyst
The final moments before the ceremony were silent, charged with immense, terrifying anticipation. I stood backstage in the Alpha suite, the air thick with the potent scent of gold, cedar, and heightened anticipation. It was a moment of grace I allowed myself before the war began, allowing Jackson to be the last to see me before the ritual commenced.
The Astral Veil gown was more than ceremonial attire; it was the sacred armor of the Celestial Heir, a masterpiece of defense and divine symbolism. The seamstress's words echoed in my mind: “It was designed years ago for a royal ceremony that never took place.” The base material was a combination of heavy, iridescent silk and fine, flowing chiffon, creating a depth of color purple—deep violet that shifted to midnight blue, perfectly
