*~Hazel's POV~*
Before I could even process these strange emotions..or decide what I should do next—the sound of wheels crunching on sand pulled me from my thoughts. Cyrius' carriage was coming down the path toward us.
He hopped down, eyes alight. "I managed to get a priest… but he's not coming today. Don't worry…tomorrow, right here, we'll come back and get married. And then we live…"
He leaned closer, voice dropping into a promise that made my stomach twist. "…we live happily ever after."
My stomach growled, but it wasn't hunger—it was guilt. The image of Caspian flashed in my mind. I had promised him forever too. The weight of it sat heavy on my chest. I could only nod.
Cyrius didn't notice—or pretended not to. He sat me down and began feeding me pieces of fruit from the basket he'd packed, one by one, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
