Chapter 96 - Wedding Night Of the Bridge

Aryana sat on the edge of her bed, the soft fabric of her silky robe grazing her skin as it fell lightly over her body. She had just changed and was getting ready to sleep. Her chambers were illuminated by the dim flicker of candlelight, and she let herself breathe out for a moment, attempting to ignore the day's anxiety. But her heart was still heavy. There was nothing like Arcanis about the palace she now called home. She was confined by a marriage she hadn't really chosen, and she was surrounded by strangers. She still hadn't quite accepted the fact that she was now Aryana of Silver Talon, Cyrus's wife. A knock on the door interrupted her as she was drawing the blankets back on her bed, her fingers tightened on the blanket's edge as her heart sprang in her chest. “Enter” she called out, her voice slightly trembling. Cyrus entered as the door creaked open. Her heart started racing right away. As he shut the door behind him, his kind yet commanding presence filled the room. A