{Ophelia's POV, third person.}
The heavy silk curtains were shut tight against the cool night air. Inside the lavishly decorated Chamber, the only light came from the warm glow of candles. Ophelia stood near the mirror, looking at her flawless, calm reflection. Across the room, Prince Lucien sat on the edge of the large bed. He was smiling widely at his new bride, like a young boy waiting for praise. He puffed out his chest, feeling proud of the big scene he had just caused in the throne room against his own family. Ophelia saw him in the mirror and felt a sudden flash of annoyance, but she quickly hid it behind a soft, innocent smile. She had always thought he was a loud, foolish man, but he had done exactly what she needed. By marrying him, she now had the legal right to stay in the castle, no matter how hard the crown princess tried to throw her out.
