The Next Day

/-Zara-/

I couldn't stop my hands from shaking.

"Hold still," Esme whispered, adjusting the silver circlet in my hair for the third time. "You're going to be fine."

"I'm going to pass out," I corrected, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The ceremonial gown was beautiful—white silk with intricate silver embroidery that seemed to catch and hold the moonlight. It made me look like someone important. Someone worthy.

Someone I definitely wasn't.

"You survived a Blood ...