The bridal chamber, located in the highest tower of Lucian's castle, was a space as beautiful as it was intimidating. Circular in shape, with light stone walls and enchanted stained glass windows that held the afternoon light in soft shades of pink, gold, and lavender, it seemed like a dreamlike sanctuary. Everything was imbued with an ethereal calm... except for Eliza's heart, which was beating with the force of a war drum.
She stood in the center, on a white marble pedestal, motionless like a sacred statue. Three servants moved around her with the skill of seamstresses who had dressed many Lunas before, adjusting, smoothing, and finishing the final details of the dress.
