Aurora's POV
I sat in a quiet corner of my dressing room, my fingers trembling slightly as I adjusted the heavy sapphire necklace at my throat. The gown I wore felt both delicate and heavy, its thick lace and flowing silk train brushing against the polished floor, constantly reminding me of the weight of tonight's ceremony. This wasn't just a wedding; it was a coronation.
Oliver had insisted that we waste absolutely no time getting married. Within a single week of him dropping to one knee at the restaurant, everything had been prepared. He had told me, his dark eyes burning with fierce intensity, that he couldn't wait another day to have me officially as his wife and Luna—that there was no point in dragging out a process when our souls were already bound.
