"It's of no use being afraid of the vision you had when you've already made plans to end it tonight," Daeron told her quietly. "I just hope that, just like her regaining her appearance, there won't be another surprise waiting for us before this night ends."
Seraphielle said nothing.
Her body trembled faintly beneath the heavy layers of silver silk draped around her frame, her fingers clenched tightly together as though trying to stop the visions still clawing through her mind.
The images refused to leave her.... haunting her thoughts no matter how desperately she tried to force them away.
Golden flames.
A crown drenched in blood.
Ashes.
Blood.
Flames devouring kingdoms.
And Aurelia standing at the center of it all while the world burned around her.
Seraphielle swallowed hard, forcing herself to breathe steadily.
No.....This was wrong. Everything about tonight felt wrong.
