The morning air was crisp and still, the sky a deep azure with streaks of milky white fog that clung to the trees like cobwebs. The dew-drenched grass crunched underfoot as the sun slowly rose on the horizon, bringing a chill to the air that snaked through her dress.
It's the day of Alessia and Zagreus's wedding.
Alessia stood in the center of a clearing, surrounded by hundreds of trees. In her hands, she held a single red rose-the symbol of their love. She wore an elegant white dress with elaborate beading and lace detailing that sparkled every time it caught the light and hugged her curves like liquid gold as she moved. Her dark hair had been expertly curled and hung loose down her back, while delicate strands framed her beautiful face perfectly, making Alessia look like an ethereal queen ready to walk down the aisle to meet her prince charming.
