Lucille

The Molavian national anthem played as Roman and I followed a few paces behind King Theodore and Queen Anne. The Duke and Duchess of Wilmington were behind us. The guests stood, rising from their seats, bowing and curtsying as we passed. For a sliver in time, I completely forgot the man at my side was an impostor. As he nodded his greeting and recounted names of different guests, he was my husband, the man I’d vowed to love.

My ...