The carriage ride from the fortress to the church was only a short distance outside Everton's walls. Dahlia was surprised at all the extravagance she had been lavished with for her wedding to Carter.
She had only expected a few knights in a tiny backwoods chapel.
Nevertheless, here she was in a gold gilded carriage surrounded by hundreds of onlookers, friends, knights, and well-wishers.
Even more exciting was that she had her little sister, Violet, by her side. Dahlia's lip quirked in amusement as she watched her sister sit across from her, staring out the carriage window.
Dahlia wondered what lengths Carter and his tight-knit band of knights had gone through to free her sister from the rotten clutches of her parents.
'At what cost? What amount of threats or gold had it taken for them to release Violet to Carter and the Duke.?'
