Chapter 137: Perfect Fit
Lorelai’s shoulders twitched as an unfamiliar chill rippled down her spine. It was a light yet unsettling sensation, as though a phantom had passed through her, momentarily blending its cold, lifeless presence with her own. The feeling lingered, fleeting yet profound, leaving her with an odd sense of unease.
At first, she thought it might have been a gust of cold air brushing over her still-damp skin, but as the moment faded, a bittersweet sense of nostalgia clung to her heart and mind, as though something long lost was tugging at the edges of her consciousness.
"Is something the matter?" Naveen’s voice broke through the silence, her gaze sharp as she noticed the goosebumps prickling Lorelai’s skin.
The princess quickly shook her head, dismissing the question with a forced smile, attempting to quell the growing concern on the witch’s face.
Rhaegar had entrusted Naveen with assisting Lorelai in her wedding preparations, being the only other woman among their current entourage. Lorelai didn’t mind; although a quiet distance still existed between them, having another woman nearby on such an important day brought her a small, unexpected comfort.
"No, I just got a little chilly," the princess replied, her soft voice steady but unconvincing. The corners of her pink lips curved upward in a practiced smile, though she knew well it was futile to deceive a witch. Naveen, however, seemed to understand the reasons behind her reluctance to speak openly.
"I can feel it too," the witch admitted, her voice calm but laced with subtle tension as she expertly guided the hairbrush through the flowing waves of Lorelai’s blonde hair. The golden strands shimmered under the sunlight, their brilliance so radiant it seemed almost blinding. "There’s been a shift in the spell surrounding you... I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is, but rushing this ceremony was a wise decision."
The princess pressed her lips together uneasily, unsure of what to say. For her, this wedding—and the mating process itself—was a desperate attempt to have Rhaegar etched into her very being, body and soul, in case the spell truly erased her memories of him forever.
She clung to the belief that the lycan king would find a way to shatter Althea’s enchantment. Once the spell was broken, she imagined they could finally live a happy life together.