At first, I had seen reasons with him and had dismissed my concerns as mere jealousy. Surely, Cyrus wouldn’t be swayed by another woman. Not only had we been together for years, but we were practically soulmates, so there was no way another woman would deceive him, especially on the eve of our wedding.
But as I stood here, alone and humiliated, doubt began to creep into my heart.
Telling myself to be calm, I turned to the joining priest and murmured.
“I’m sorry for the delay. I’m sure something must have come up. Let me reach out to him".
He nodded but didn’t look pleased. I closed my eyes and attempted to mind-link him once more.
“Cyrus, where are you? Are you alright dear? Everyone is waiting. I am waiting,” my mental voice was filled with desperation, but only silence greeted me.
I tried again and again, each attempt more frantic than the last, but to no avail.
The murmurs of the crowd grew louder and I could feel the weight of their stares. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I realized the extent of my humiliation. I was a princess, soon to be Luna, and yet here I stood, abandoned at the altar like a common wolf.