Lyanna hardly slept that night her mind was buzzing with possibilities about what Azrael wanted to show her. She had read the letter so many times that she had every word memorized.
You're not my second choice. You're my everything.
The next day at dawn, she dressed up casually and went towards the south garden. The garden was one of Thornfield's oldest corners, a beautiful space with stone paths, flowers, fountains and benches.
When Lyanna reached the garden, she saw Azrael already standing in the centre, surrounded by flowers. He looked exhausted, like he was up all night working on something.
Lyanna looked around. The entire garden had been transformed overnight. White roses and blue forget-me-nots, her favourite flowers, were everywhere. String lights hung from the tree, and a small altar stood nearby. At the other side, a band of human musicians waited.
"What is this?" Lyanna asked, stepping closer.
