Isobel:I have buried pride before.But never like this, never in a way that I knew defied everything that I knew and would have fought to protect.The courtyard had been transformed, white florals draped along the archway, lanterns suspended from the trees, soft fabric flowing in the warm breeze. It was not the kind of wedding our ancestors would have recognized.It was better.It was chosen.And yet one detail remained unfinished.Viktor stood near the far column, stiff as carved stone, dressed properly but looking as though he would rather face a battlefield than the aisle ahead of him.Coward.I approached him without ceremony.He didn’t want to be here, but it was me who forced him to come.“You will walk her,” I said.He didn’t look at me. “I have no intention of playing father. If I am here, it is because you had your men drag me here, Luna Isobel.”My hand moved before I thought about it.I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him back against the column, his eyes widened in su
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