Book 4: The War Is Coming

Faye

It’s snowing again. White fluff falls from the dark sky, highlighted by the exterior sconces placed along the walls of the castle. I smile as it blankets the ground, sticking to every surface it touches. 

I never really thought about the logistics of my future wedding. A marriage? Sure. My eventual nuptials had been drilled into my mind since I was just a little vampire. I was raised to be submissive, to bend to my future husband's will, to give him heirs, to never speak but always listen and obey. 

I never thought about the day I’d get married, though. 

But I also never thought I’d get to choose to marry someone, that I’d be marrying because I was in love. 

I know my mother’s wedding ceremony was held in the spring, which was considered odd for a vampire wedding. It’d taken place late at night, out of the reach of the sun, but she’d still worn flowers in her hair. 

My mother was the epitome of spring