Sunlight, like molten gold, streamed through the stained glass windows, painting the ancient chapel with kaleidoscopic hues. The scent of lilies and rosemary filled the air, clinging to the silken whispers of silk and the rustle of velvet. In this tapestry of light and fragrance, Aurelia stood, a warrior queen transformed into a radiant bride.
Emerald threads shimmered through her ivory gown, each glint echoing the spark in her eyes. A silver circlet, woven with tiny dragon wings, nestled like a crown in her fiery hair, a testament to the shared defiance that had brought them together. Her heart, once bruised by shadows, now vibrated with the hummingbird wings of anticipation.
