Kealith;
"You've got this…." Darven whispers to me as we stand before the massive doors, and I fist my hand tightly beside me. Not minding the crescents my nails are creating in my flesh.
I take a deep, shaky breath as I listen to the music, giggling, and chattering of people going on inside. I haven't been in front of a crowd as large as this in so long.
Over the years, my parents have controlled the crowd around me. Ensuring only palace workers could see me… some of them. Now, I have to face a sea of faces. Some of my people, and the other four most important royal families in the realm.
Uneasy is an understatement for how I feel. If not for the extravagant nature of our customs, I would have loved a private wedding, yet… Here we are.
Darven places a hand on my shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Breathe, brother. Breathe…" He whispers, and I nod. I take deep breaths, and he waits.
