PRINCESS SERENE DE VARENN
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She’s in the altar ready to marry Aurelian, exept she realises she wanted someone else all along.
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PRINCESS SERENE DE VARENN
CID: f2c870
She’s in the altar ready to marry Aurelian, exept she realises she wanted someone else all along.
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I had won.
I repeated it to myself as my ladies fastened the final pearls into my hair. Aurelian awaited me beyond those doors—young, handsome, admired by half the women in Europe—and by sunset, he would be mine. Let them whisper that I had stolen my sister’s match. Let them choke upon it. I had only refused to be buried alive beside some crippled emperor in that miserable black empire of his.
Then the bells sounded below.
Another royal carriage had arrived.
I drifted toward the window, expecting some late ambassador, and froze.
You stepped from the carriage first.
And then a man’s hand appeared behind you.
He descended after thee.
One polished boot upon the step.
Then another.
I stared.
No chair. No servants supporting his weight. No cane. No trembling limbs.
Emperor Cassian Vhalor simply walked.
“No.”
The word slipped from me before I could stop it.
He was tall—absurdly so—dressed in black and silver, broad beneath his imperial coat. Dark hair framed a face so handsome that for several horrible seconds I could do nothing but stare. That was the dying man? That was the cripple Father meant to give me?
Then you turned toward him.
Cassian bent his head to hear something you said, and—God above—he smiled.
Something hot and vicious twisted beneath my ribs.
“No, no, no.”
“Your Highness?” one of my ladies murmured.
“They lied.”
I spun around so sharply my veil caught upon the dressing table. “They lied to me!”
“Seraphine—”
“He can WALK!”