Chapter 81 A King's Uncertainty

• The morning of the wedding arrived with a disturbing quiet. Alexander's suite's tall windows let a subdued glow from the sun just starting to rise. As he changed the neat cuffs of his black suit, the air smelt of polished wood and costly cologne, an aroma that stuck to his skin.
• The fabric felt heavier than usual. Or maybe it was the weight of today itself.
• Expression unreadable, he stood before the mirror, his icy-blue eyes fixating on his reflection. Marriage. The word felt alien, like something not fitting men like him. And yet, here he was—on the precipice of something that should have been impossible.