Chapter 183

• "My friend will finally wear the crown!" Freya's excitement was so intense it nearly shattered my eardrums.
• Truth be told, the crown was the least of my concerns. What truly unsettled me was the wedding dress. It felt surreal—those vows, "till death do us part," suddenly held a weight I hadn’t fully grasped until now. They weren’t just poetic; they meant centuries together. I had no doubts about Hadrian’s love or mine for him, yet the vampire issue still lingered in the back of my mind.
• After a month of living as a super-duper-commoner, I had learned that I didn’t need human blood—Hadrian’s was enough for me. To my relief, he only needed mine as well. Caspian explained it was a mates’ thing, a connection that would bind us for eternity and strengthen us in ways others couldn’t understand. That revelation should have eased my worries, but it only highlighted my biggest fear. Commoners like me lived forever, while nobles had extended yet ultimately finite lifespans. Would I have to face eternity without Hadrian? The mere thought twisted my stomach into knots.