Thorns of the Crown
Chapter 1: The Wedding That Already Killed Her Once
“This is the day I died.”
Of course, she didn’t know it yet.
To Seraphine, this was the most important day of her life—the day she would marry the Crown Prince. The day her family’s sacrifices would be rewarded. The day she would finally make someone proud.
She smiled gently at her reflection in the mirror, nervous fingers smoothing her veil. The white silks hugged her softly, embroidered with threads of silver. The morning sun spilled through her windows, painting the room in gold.
Today, she would become his.
maid#1
*grinning* “My lady, you look just like a painting!”
maid#2
“The prince won’t be able to take his eyes off you!”
Seraphine
*blushing softly* “Oh, don’t exaggerate... I just hope I don’t trip walking down the aisle.”
The maids giggled, adjusting her veil with gentle fingers. Their warmth made her feel safe—like everything was going to be alright. Like love was waiting for her at the altar.
She didn't see the shadows yet.
She didn’t hear the whispers that would follow her into the palace walls.
Outside the Manor – Carriage Arrival
The palace sent a snow-white carriage lined with golden trim. Royal guards stood in formation, their spears gleaming. At the front, mounted on a black steed, was her personal escort: Sir Thorne.
He dismounted as she approached, bowing deeply.
Sir Thorne
*quietly* “Lady Seraphine. The prince awaits.”
Seraphine
*Nodding nervously* “Do I… look alright?”
He glanced up at her—just once. His gaze lingered longer than it should have.
Sir Thorne
*lowly* “You look… too kind for that palace.”
Seraphine
*smiling shyly* “Is that your way of wishing me luck?”
She laughed a little, then stepped into the carriage.
The great hall sparkled like a dream. Nobles and aristocrats lined the benches. Her sisters sat with their chins high—Alina, elegant and composed; Celine, fidgeting with her sleeves, too shy to meet Seraphine’s gaze.
And at the end of the aisle stood Prince Cassian.
Golden-haired, tall, every inch the image of royalty. His smile was gentle as she approached, his hand outstretched.
She had no reason not to take it.
Cassian
*whispering* “My rose. I’ve waited too long for you.”
Seraphine
*Softly* “And I’ve dreamed of this day since I was a girl.”
The vows passed like a dream.
She didn’t see how his hand lingered a second too long when brushing her cheek.
She didn’t notice his eyes flick briefly to Alina in the crowd.
she didn’t question how his wife watched from the shadows, not even feigning a smile.
she only felt warmth. And hope.
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