“My lady, be careful,” Chione gently chastised as Kara hurriedly shimmied into the dress she clutched in her hands. “You’re rushing yourself.”

“Listen to her, Kara. Eerik would be waiting at the altar regardless,” Kara’s mother, Orla, commented from the far end of Kara’s chambers.

She couldn’t contain the excitement bubbling within her. This was a day she had longed for, a day she once feared might never come. At first, it had seemed like Eerik ...