Jerrick couldn't tear his gaze away from Jessamyn throughout the ceremony. Though he wore a mask of composure, his heart weighed heavy with sorrow. Every smile, every shared glance, held a bitter tinge, knowing what lay ahead for them. The knowledge of their future, a burden he'd foolishly sought from his ancestor, gnawed at his soul.
Regret lingered like a shadow in the depths of his eyes. If only he had heeded Jessamyn's wisdom and remained content in the unknown, he might have spared them both the anguish that now clouded his heart. But it was too late.
The vision of their impending fate was seared into his mind, and it made every moment of happiness feel fragile, like glass on the verge of shattering.
