Third Person's POV~
Sunlight tore through the curtains, bold and uninvited.
It crashed into the room like a guest who didn't knock, spilling across velvet cushions and polished floors, yanking everyone from their dreams. The palace was already alive—buzzing, stomping, shouting. The air pulsed with excitement and a kind of beautiful panic that only came around once in a generation.
Today was the day.
Not just any day. The day. The royal wedding.
Heavy boots thudded down marble hallways, the click of claws against stone barely muffled by hurried footsteps and shouted instructions. Servants zipped past like streaks of wind, carrying towering stacks of linens, platters of food, baskets of flowers, and enough fabric to drape the whole kingdom in lace and silk. Everywhere you turned, something was happening—someone yelling, someone laughing, someone losing their mind over centerpieces.
