The entire room seemed to disappear and I hated the strange flutter that moved through my stomach before I forced myself to look elsewhere.
Then I noticed someone approaching from the opposite side of the hall.
Prince Aeron.
I recognized him from stories I had heard during my childhood, although I had never met him personally. He was an elven prince with pale hair, sharp features and an expression that made it obvious he was not pleased to be here.
His eyes settled on me before shifting toward Draven and the anger in them was unmistakable. I remembered the old discussions surrounding my future and suddenly something clicked.
Aeron had once been promised my hand and apparently, today's wedding had ruined more than one political arrangement.
The ceremony began before I could think abo
