Elena's POVThe wedding in the North was far grander than I'd imagined.I'd thought it would be a cold, formal affair.After all, I was only a stand-in for Vicky.But when the plane landed and the motorcade crossed the snowfields into the northern castle, I saw the whole keep lit up.Silver-blue banners hung down the black stone walls.The long corridor was lined with the people of the North.They didn't look at me the way you'd look at a joke.They didn't sneer because I was human.As I stepped from the car, they bowed as one."My lady."In that instant, my hand went to my chest without thinking.Through the thin fabric, the ruby brooch felt like my mother, still with me.Lucien stood at my side and offered his hand.I hesitated, then placed mine in his palm.His hand was steady."Don't be afraid," he said softly."They're welcoming you."I stared, taking in all those eager, admiring faces, and it felt strange.In the Prince's domain, I had always been the one too many.In the Valerie
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