Chapter 28

"Everything will be alright," she said to me. "Don't listen to the rumors, they are nothing but just that. Maybe your husband is a nice man." Aylor tried to sound positive, but I could hear the doubt in her voice. Not that I believed the rumors, but they did affect me. I wasn't scared because people said that he was the devil and a monster, they couldn't be speaking literally.

They were probably referring to his personality, that maybe he was a liar, a tempter, a murderer, a manipulator, or that he was just pure evil, and that's what scared me. Besides, D had told me about
him, and at some point I had felt his threat, I knew the kind of a person he was.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and shortly after a court lady came in. "My Lady, it's time," she informed me. I descended the stairs, careful not to fall or stumble, but it was hard with the long dress and the heavy jewelry. I was relieved when there were only a few steps left, but just then I stepped on my dress and stumbled forward, almost falling before a strong arm came around my waist and saved me from ruining myself on my wedding day.

Straightening myself, I looked up to see who it was. Who had dared to touch a princess like that? Not that I minded, I was just curious. Looking up, my eyes met a pair of golden eyes. No, wait! Not golden, they had the color of flames or the lava from a volcano. I felt like I had seen those eyes before.

"Are you alright, My Lady?" asked the man in front of me with a frown. If I had knots in my stomach before, now suddenly I had butterflies as I gazed into his eyes.

Although he covered half of his face with a black bandana. Who was this man? I had seen him before. He was tall, broad-shouldered and his thick raven-black hair fell over his shoulders down to his waist. You could tell from the clothes that he was from the royals. Could he be one of the royalty who came to attend my wedding?

"Yes, yes. I am. I am fine, My Lord,"

I replied. "My Lady." He bowed elegantly before turning around and left. "That's one good-looking man." Aylor pointed as I stared at his back while he walked away. Yes, he seem to be, I thought to myself. Very good-looking, but I was getting married and didn't have the luxury to look at other men. "Shall we?" asked, but Lydia and Aylor were too occupied to hear what I said. They kept following him with their gaze until he was out of sight.

I snapped my finger in front of their faces to wake them up. Yes, yes, My Lady. Let's go." They hurried to say. The ceremony Would begin with a greeting exchange between the bride and the groom and their families. I gave the guard a nod, and he informed my presence, then motioned for me to enter. Lydia and Aylor gave me a reassuring smile before I left them behind to walk inside. Now I was all on my own.

Taking a deep breath, I strode into the hall carefully, and immediately all heads turned to look at me. I walked with my head high but kept my gaze low, only looking at the floor until I reached the throne where my father was sitting with my stepmother next to him.

While greeting them, I felt my legs tremble Vicky smiled at me nervously, but my father just gestured for me to sit down at a table nearby. He was unbothered by the fact that he was marrying me off to a billionaire rumored to be the head of Ignoring my father, I smiled at my Vicky and then went to my seat.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me, some stared at me with pity and others with repulsion as if it was my fault I was getting married to whoever I was getting married to. They should blame my father, not me. After a while, the guard informed the groom's presence and everyone turned their attention from me to the door.

The room went quiet as the guests waited for him to enter. I, on the other hand, looked down quickly and rubbed my hands together nervously as I felt the knots in my stomach return. I wanted to look up, but I was afraid.

What if l didn't like what I saw? What if the rumors were true? Would he have turned his eyes to red and maybe he had decided to showcase his vampire nature and had long nails and maybe even black horns on his head? Don't be ridiculous, I calmly told myself and decided to take a look, after all, I had seen and met him before, he wasn't much of a monster, but he was old by fact.

Slowly, I glanced at the door as my heart hammered inside my chest, and almost gasped when the groom entered.

Wait!

The man entered, and his appearance was completely different from how I had known him, he looked young and energetic with golden eyes. He couldn't be the groom, could he?

The guests stared at him surprised as well and began to whisper hysterically into each other's ears. They must have been expecting Someone with black horns to enter the room and not some tall, elegant-looking man. Not the least bit bothered by the whispers or stares, he walked gracefully toward my father, taking each step with confidence. ''Your Majesty," he said, bowing slightly.

I dropped my jaw. So did the guests. No one bowed slightly to the Alpha of our Pack. This man was truly fearless and disrespectful toward my father. I already have a bad feeling about him. Not because I thought my father deserved any kind of respect, but because he was so daring with his actions already.