The wedding night ahead weighed heavily on Leonor.
With the locket around Leonor's slender neck, she felt better. Since she left the homecoming parade empty-handed over a year before, she clung to memories and thoughts of a future she thought she was going to have.
Her nerves from the wedding caused her to check on the flower - something she rarely did for fear that she would harm it in some way. Finding it perfectly intact, she closed her eyes and breathed out a sigh. With a nod, she convinced her tears to halt and assured herself that she could continue forward no matter how uncertain the path ahead was.
Yet the moment she heard someone knock on the door, the self-soothing she had done was all for naught. She felt small and helpless once again.
What was her defensive magic compared to someone who had survived such a perilous battle? If he decided to hurt her, she wouldn't stand a chance.
