Eleanor hid behind the curtain, feeling a half-hearted urge to peek outside. But honestly, she wasn't excited about the wedding or coronation guests. She just wanted the whole ordeal over with. After all, she was about to marry Ares, a feared outcast.
With a heavy sigh, she sat on the bed, grasping the duvet tightly. Earlier, Ares had invited her to join him at the wedding hall, but she had declined, preferring the solitude of the chamber to avoid awkward encounters with the guests.
She felt no excitement for the wedding. Was she supposed to? She tilted her head, trying to pinpoint how exactly she was feeling.
As she lay back on the bed, she closed her eyes, letting the darkness envelop her, and began to drift off to sleep. But a sudden knock at the door jolted her awake, and she sat up with a start, looking at the door.
