The Serpent’s Vow

The fabric slithered like golden silk over Bianca's skin as she moved.

The gown was a masterpiece of illusion—golden splendor woven with the careful touch of deception. From afar, it gleamed with the brilliance of royalty, but up close, the truth was hidden in the details.

Golden embroidery twisted across the fabric, but upon closer inspection, the delicate swirls were not mere designs—they were serpents, their fangs hidden within the folds of silk.

The lace along her sleeves curled like thorned vines, weaving up her arms—a silent reminder that beauty was merely another weapon.

A golden sun was stitched onto her chest, a mockery of divinity—but look closer, and the rays of light twisted into bars, a cage trapping the light within.

Her crown was too heavy, almost suffocating, a weight that pressed down on her like the unspoken truths of this day.

As the attendants fastened the final touches, Bianca caught her own reflection.