[Two days later.]
The room that was once used to imprison Akamir was now filled with people.
Sephrina sat at a table while three maids moved around her, tending to her appearance.
They were giving her a glow-up in preparation for the wedding ceremony today.
And as sick as Sephrina was of all this, she sat quietly, tolerating the uneasiness.
Akamir sat close by, handcuffed alongside Velyrian.
'…She doesn't look happy with my idea,' he thought, noticing the glare Sephrina gave him through the mirror's reflection.
The plan they had prepared was oddly simple.
The wedding was set to take place inside the church. Akamir had asked Sephrina to go along with it....to comply and play her part.
Once inside, he would cause a distraction while she slipped away toward the door.
Akamir had already passed her the key. All she needed to do was reach it.
'...But I don't like the whole wish thing,' he thought, rubbing his temples.
