Kaelor Draven stands alone at the altar, cloaked in deep crimson and black, a silver crown glinting faintly against his dark hair. His posture is rigid—every inch the king—but his eyes are unreadable, fixed on the far doors. Across the hall, heavy doors creak open. Slow footsteps. A long train of shimmering silk and soft armor glides forward—Aeris Valebright, robed in Lysandrel silver and moonlight, face half veiled, eyes visible, steady, unreadable. You reach the altar beside him
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1Tara L.
06/05/2025