Fated To The Fae King

Chapter 12

▪️G O L N A R▪️

"Wow..." I whispered, gazing at my reflection.

As I stood in front of the full-length mirror, the soft glow of the lights illuminated the delicate details of my wedding dress. The ivory fabric flowed like a cascade down my body, emphasizing the elegance of the gown.

Various emotions coursed through me for the wedding was just two weeks away, and here I was, undergoing the final adjustments.

My light grey skin seemed to shimmer against the ivory, a stark but beautiful contrast. The gown's intricate lace embraced me, weaving a story of tradition and newfound love. Dark red waves of hair flowed across my shoulders, a striking complement to the ethereal ensemble. I could not resist marvelling at the reflection before me, struggling to believe that the person staring back was truly me.

The elderly seamstress, a masterful artisan in her own right, dedicated herself to the final details of my gown. Her experienced hands moved gracefully, gently adjusting the hem with a practiced touch that spoke of years spent perfecting her craft. It was more than just stitching and embellishments; it was as if she infused a touch of ancient magic, intertwining the threads of the delicate lace and satin.

While I did my best to stand still, my thoughts wandered to Alaric, the Fae King who had swept into my life less than three months ago. It was strange to think that, two weeks from now, he would be my husband and yet, we still had so much to learn about each other.

The intricate fated bond continued to weave its way into our lives, a connection that grew stronger with each passing day. Alaric, with his regal air and enigmatic charm, was a puzzle I found myself yearning to unravel. With each shared gaze and every brush of our hands, our connection deepened and I was finding myself not as scared as I was about my growing feelings.

As I gazed into the mirror once more and studied the reflection of the woman about to become a queen, I could not help but wonder how our story would unfold, and what challenges lay ahead for Alaric and myself.

Just as my thoughts began to drift into the realms of uncertainty, a soft knock echoed through the room. 

Startled, I turned toward the door as it creaked open, revealing a messenger bearing an ornate letter adorned with elegant seals. As my eyes traced the intricate markings on the seals, a sense of recognition dawned upon me for these were no ordinary insignias.

The messenger, a sprite with delicate wings, bowed gracefully before presenting the letter. "For you, Lady Golnar," she chimed, her voice carrying a musical cadence.

With a curious smile, I accepted the letter, breaking the wax seal with a delicate touch. As the parchment unfolded, my eyes widened with surprise and delight. The elegant handwriting revealed the names of my dearest friends, Mahala and Izara.

The words on the parchment painted a vivid image of their joyous acceptance of the invitation to my wedding. They expressed gratitude for being included in such a momentous occasion and conveyed their eagerness to witness the union of Alaric and me. The letter also shared tales of their adventures since my departure and conveyed heartfelt well-wishes.

A warmth spread through me, and I could not suppress the radiant smile that graced my lips at the thought of having my dearest friends by my side on this momentous day. Alaric's kindness in not only accepting but embracing their presence filled me with a deep sense of gratitude, fostering a renewed connection to my past.

I knew that for some within the Fae Kingdom, the inclusion of humans who would no doubt be coming with orc chaperons would raise eyebrows, but Alaric's sympathy and understanding transcended such distinctions. His love for me went beyond the confines of tradition, allowing the presence of Mahala and Izara, and by extension, a piece of my human past, to weave seamlessly into the fabric of our Fae celebration.