Wedding night

As Seraphina and I walked through the grand corridors of the palace, the sound of our footsteps echoed softly against the marble floors. My heart pounded in my chest, and a flood of questions swirled in my mind.

What exactly was expected of me tonight? Was this really happening? The prospect of consummating our marriage loomed over me, filling me with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity.

I glanced at Seraphina, trying to gauge her mood. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes focused ahead, and she maintained a cool, composed demeanor. I felt a pang of discomfort; it was awkward to be married to someone I hardly knew. We had danced, exchanged vows, and kissed in front of everyone, but the reality of being alone with her now felt overwhelming.