Lucien's POV
The cathedral was filled with friends and family. Soft murmurs were drifting around. I stood by the altar, my eyes locked on the door, waiting for her to step in.
My nerves were all over the place. I have faced war lords, business tycoons, and underworld gods, but nothing ever made me this nervous. I was getting married to the love of my life.
The woman I want to grow old with. My hands were a bit sweaty, and I couldn't help but wonder, what if she doesn't show up?
What if she says no? What if she runs from the altar? The more I thought about it, the harder it became to breathe. I didn't want to imagine it, but the thoughts kept popping into my mind like a virus.
Braelyn was never going to do that to me, but the fear remained. If she ran, I would chase her. If she didn't show up, I would drag her here. I didn't want to picture a future without her, but despite everything, I would prefer it if she willingly walked up to me and said "I do."
