Lyra's POV
"You look absolutely stunning, my lady," Genevieve whispers, her eyes brimming with tears.
After Gareth's death, I refused to let another omega serve as my personal maid. Getting close to them felt impossible. Gareth's loss cut deeper than I care to acknowledge.
That's why Genevieve has stayed by my side, stepping into that role. Along with Mia and Vera, who frequently visit the healer for guidance, I don't feel the need for another friend.
Julian drops by to chat with me occasionally too. They're all I need.
"The king will be absolutely captivated by you." Genevieve can't contain her grin. "The ceremony starts in two hours. Ready?"
I don't think I'll ever feel ready, but I nod regardless.
The red dress hugs my frame perfectly. This sacred color belongs to our kingdom alone, reserved exclusively for the king and queen on this day.
The shade enhances my complexion and brown hair beautifully. My hair is woven into intricate braids, prepared for the crown's placement.
