Yeara's lips parted as she stared at his hair, and yet again, she could not see his face. But why did she know that this had to be him? Her legs trembled slightly as the place turned blurry.
That door was real… but how?
A painful smile rested on her lips as her eyes moved back to the bouquet she was holding, her hands tightening around it. Right now, it looked as if even the bouquet was mocking her.
Just what she was thinking about during her wedding, and here she was, standing alone. No one knew where the groom was.
He had not been around for days, as if he had left the castle for her and her alone. She took in a sharp breath, wishing the ground would open so she could fall inside—if that was even possible.
The once-silent hall that had been communicating their thoughts with judgmental stares had now upgraded to whispers.
"Do you think the king abandoned her?"
"I told you that the sudden announcement of our king getting married was unusual."
