Annalise
"Phew!" I exhaled sharply, steadying my trembling hand as I stared into the gilded mirror before me. My reflection shimmered in the candlelight, and I barely recognized the woman staring back—a vision of elegance, grace, and beauty that felt foreign, yet entirely mine.
This wasn't just a wedding; it was a mating ceremony, a bond sanctified by the moon goddess herself. And I was really doing this.
As the maids wove intricate silver strands into my hair, my mind wandered back to the very beginning—the day I first woke up in this novel. Back then, I had clung to the hope of a simple, peaceful existence. But simplicity had slipped through my fingers like sand, leaving behind only survival. A series of events, inexplicable yet inevitable, had brought me here.
Now, here I was, dressed as a bride in a ceremony that bound me to someone I hadn't chosen at first. Not Vincent. Atlas.
