My mother had left soon after the hearing, claiming she had far more pressing matters to attend to than lingering here. She hadn't asked to see Lucien either, which was something I was quietly grateful for. I doubted she had come to terms with the fact that her daughter had a child with a vampire prince. At least, not yet.
Since then, the days blurred together in a haze of silks, signatures and sleepless days.
It was two days before the wedding, and the Palace had grown impossibly alive. Its corridors were pulsing with movement, laughter and the echo of orders being shouted across the rooms. In between all the fittings and briefings, I've only spent what little free time I had with Lucien and Ravić, trying to ignore the hollow weight of anticipation that followed me everywhere.
