That night, Caelan threw a grand ball in her honor. He wanted to announce their engagement to the entire kingdom. Elara put on the most beautiful dress, a gown of silver and blue. She had the servants fix her hair and put diamonds around her neck.
She walked into the grand ballroom, and all eyes were on her. She looked like a princess, like a queen. But inside, she was in a storm of pain.
Caelan came to her, a wide smile on his handsome face. “You are exquisite,” he said, kissing her hand. “Are you ready to be my bride, my love?”
Elara looked into his eyes. She searched for the truth. “Cael