Larissa's POV

It had been forty eight hours since the best day of my life was ruined, and I was still clad in my wedding dress. Since the day I had been carried out of the hall a crying mess, I locked my chambers and curled into the bed, sobbing until my throat was dry and hoarse. I cried myself to exhaustion, and by the time I awakened, it was dawn. 

I wanted to get up and peel the dress of my body, but my limbs would not cooperate. So I lay there, my chest aching as I waited to get the ...