(Lina)
Two weeks had passed since Kieran proposed, and every time I glanced down at the ring on my finger, it felt surreal.
It wasn't just a piece of jewelry; it was a symbol of everything we'd been through and everything we were heading toward.
The palace was lively with activity, and while I should have been overwhelmed by the chaos, I wasn't. Instead, I felt an odd sense of calm, knowing I'd made it to this point.
Everyone in the castle was preparing for the wedding. Staff members were running around, carrying fabrics, flowers, and other decorations I didn't even know existed. The halls were louder than ever, filled with chatter about dresses, food, and who was doing what. It felt strange being at the center of all this attention.
