"My friend will finally wear the crown!" Freya's excitement was so intense it nearly shattered my eardrums.

Truth be told, the crown was the least of my concerns. What truly unsettled me was the wedding dress. It felt surreal—those vows, "till death do us part," suddenly held a weight I hadn’t fully grasped until now. They weren’t just poetic; they meant centuries together. I had no doubts about Hadrian’s love or mine for him, yet the vampire issue still lingered in the back of ...