This is the second book in the Assassins at Dusk series by _Sibyline_, read Assassins at Dusk before reading this one!
THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR ASSASSINS AT DUSK IN THIS BOOK, IM WARNING YOU.
You. Have. Been. Warned.
This story has very little smut, m...
Sophie was holding her breath tight in her chest, pursing her lips, again and again, to ruin her lipstick so she could reapply it again. She was nervous, needlessly so. Her dress was beautiful. The venue was stunning. The guests were bouncing with excitement. Hell, she wasn't even the one getting married! But her mind kept drifting to Wylie, to her father's little round of spies. To the dangers at every turn, her mind couldn't stop thinking of the worst possible things that could have happened.
She was a shell the entire time she walked to the venue, towards the massive tent where the private ceremony was held. The Inner Circle, the Vackers, and the Wampanoag officials were the only ones invited. The reception is where everyone and their mother was waiting to party. No one was allowed to see the couple before the ceremony; an old elven tradition Alvar wanted to honor.
She stood next to the arch, trying to stay calm, the air slightly chilly since she was in a shorter dress. Vatarian weddings are not traditional since you don't try to dress down a bit to not stand out against the married couple. You wear glitter, rhinestones, your best fabrics, your highest heels. It is considered an insult if you don't give it you're all. Sophie's dress was designed by Maria and chosen by Mansi. Sophie's only request was that it wasn't red. She was getting better, but the color red still made her recoil and think of Cynna. It was a deep sapphire blue velvet draped across her body, blueish mesh combined with boning along her stomach. A choker-style chest piece of glittering rhinestones that clinked and swayed as she walked. Her heels were a matching silver. Her hair is in a loose coronet with a, take a wild guess, rhinestone hairpiece in the back.
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(Though Sophie is wearing this, she is also very tall and muscular with an hourglass-esque figure. Not exactly this model's body)
Sophie met Ruy's eyes from the other side of the arch. He cleaned up very well, his hair brushed and styled, wearing a nice eggshell white button-up, grey vest, slacks, and polished loafers. But, of course, his dark blue tie was crooked.
Sophie opened her mind to his, pushing past his mental walls, "I've tied your tie a million times before, yet you still can't do it yourself without it turning all crooked."
Ruy just turned to her with a gentle smile, "You look breathtaking."
Sophie rolled her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek to fight her growing smile. A handsome boy compliments her, and she has to fight her blush. The things this man does to her.
Chief Massasoit stood in the middle of the arch, seemingly trying to keep himself calm as well. Sophie turned to him, whispering in his language, "Thank you for doing this for Mansi. She really looks up to you, Cheiftan."
Chief Massasoit nodded, the small wrinkles in his leathered skin moving as he smiled, "Anything for her. I know her parents are smiling down on her today."
