CHAPTER 44 - Pacing Wedding

　　When I remembered Emily’s death, all I did want to do was scream to myself for not avenging her properly.

　　She didn’t deserve that.

　　In no doubt, she didn’t. A death from her own best friend, because of a set-up.

　　But, with Caspian, I had re-assurance. That when I was his wife… when I was Queen, I would get the revenge I wanted.

　　Just like Caspian said, Nynaeve had made my gown. A white dress, just like the tale from the girl with Cinders.

　　It was the most beautiful gown I had ever seen— a sweetheart neckline, embedded with rhinestones, just at the waistline, going down the floor, like a powerful carpet.

　　While Caspian was dressed as a royal pirate. Didn’t make any sense, but he insisted his attire came richly from a Captain’s cap, trousers, cloth, jacket and literally everything including the majestic boots.

　　My mate looked just as if he stepped out of a contemporary romance novel.

　　As a prince charming would, even though it was far from that…