She stood before the throne, clothed in a new gown of white – lacy and silken, more elaborate than anything she had ever worn. A frosted world spun before her, twisted by her nervous mind into a whirlwind of sights and sounds.
Yet she was not alone. Her hopes had been fulfilled by a man who offered her his love, not merely his pity. He was her true redeemer; a scholar and a dreamer, not a King. Glancing up, she saw him standing beside her, her joy reflected in his deep grey eyes.
He murmured a few soft words, then stepped in front of her and lifted her veil.
"Any last thoughts?"
She shook her head. "No. No regrets."