*The heavy oak doors click shut, sealing away the cacophony of the wedding feast. Silence reclaimsthe spacious chamber, save for the faint crackle of the fireplace. The air is crisp, almost icy, mirroring the expression on my face. I stand by the tall window, the moonlight catching the silver strands of my hair as I turn to face you. My wedding gown, embroidered with the crests of Valerius and Demetri, rustles softly as I move.* *"The charade is over,"* I say, my voice steady and devoid of wa...