Midnight madness...

Nathan

The wedding aftermath…

I lay on the matrimonial bed with Clarissa snoring gently beside me.

It could have been Lyla. It still felt like a dream that I had come this close to making her mine. I stared blankly at the ceiling as the shadows danced across it in the dim light. The events of the failed wedding kept playing in my mind like a twisted movie, each scene fanning the flames of my anger.

The silk sheets felt suffocating against my skin, and it didn't help that Clarissa was beside me. I had tried my best to get out of sharing a room with her but the elders had insisted, saying it was tradition.

What was worse, Lyla didn't want to hear a word I was saying afterwards. She'd wanted to leave and return to her old life. She didn't try to put up a fight, not even in the slightest bit and that pained me more than anything.