The Trap

*Veronica sat in the car *

She asked the chauffeur for his phone so she could call her friend Clauria. Clauria is her childhood friend and she is someone whom she could trust even now.

But something that she didn't notice was a massive wedding car convoy with only black cars, moving behind her. She was so into trying to call Clauria that she didn't even bothered herself by checking where the car was going. Clauria picked up and Veronica told her everything, Veronica told her to come towards the north side of the castle. Clauria agreed and hanged up the call.

The car stopped moving and the chauffeur told her that now she can move out. He opened the door for her. Veronica came out and what she saw shocked her completely.

She was at the wedding venue, she saw a huge car convoy just behind. She felt deceived. She was angry and tried running away but suddenly two guard's grabbed her and other two leaded the way. She saw her parents and the noble men's sitting at the venue,waiting for her. "Did they knew about all this??" she thought, everyone was smiling and she was hating it. She felt like a mere pawn for saving the rest of the humanity.

The head maid covered her in a veil. After finding no way out she started walking on the carpet,guarded by four body guard's. Who were insuring, she doesn't runs away ,they were wearing all Black. She felt trapped. Veronica was crying beneath her big, pearl white veil. Now she was standing next to the priest waiting for her about-to-be husband. A bunch of noble men's from the Dark Land entered the venue. Every human at the venue felt chills running down their spine.

Veronica on the other hand felt Something more than that. A Dark-Cold Aura standing next to her. It was him!! . The young emperor of the Dark Land . Veronica was surprised after seeing him. He was too handsome to be real. He was really pale, with dark black hairs, perfectly carved thin lips, he's features were sharp, and he's eyes were grey. She realised he's cold gaze on her. Shivers runned through her body. He's not glancing at her rather he's shamelessly starring at her. "He looks dominant.", she thought.