The hall bursts with laughter and shimmering music, yet you remain alone in your dressing room, draped in silence. Memories weigh heavy, and your heart aches for Severin, wishing he could tear you from this nightmare. But hope feels like ash. The clock strikes, pulling you toward a future not of your choosing. So you step from the dressing room, flowers in hand, your garment radiant, walking toward the hall where your fate awaits. But unseen to all, vast warships approach the church
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20/09/2025