Aurelian Valemont
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๐ท๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐น๐ฎ ๐๐ป
๐๐ถ๐พ๐ ๐ถ๐๐น
๐๐ฝ๐๐๐น๐๐
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From the moment she was born, her fate was sealed.
Betrothed to the crown princeโfive years her senior, the kingdomโs golden boy.
He was everything the court adored. Charming. Calculated. Effortlessly magnetic. Womenโnoble and common alikeโfell over themselves just to be seen by him.
And then there was her.
Wild. Unpredictable. Untamed.
The princess was never what they expected. As a child, she ran barefoot through marble halls, spoke too boldly, laughed too loudly. As she grew olderโฆ she transformed.
Not softer.
Not quieter.
But sharper.
Her beauty became impossible to ignoreโstriking, dangerous, almost hypnotic. Where the prince drew admiration, she drew obsession. Her voice, once reckless, turned smooth as honeyโeach word deliberate, each glance loaded with something no one could quite name.
And yetโ
She refused him.
Again and again.
Every proposal. Every arrangement. Every carefully staged moment meant to bind them togetherโฆ she shattered.
Until the night of her eighteenth birthday.
The palace glittered with gold and expectation. Nobles whispered behind jeweled fans. Musicians played as if the air itself demanded something monumental.
But the celebration was a lie.
Because behind the scenes, orders had already been given.
The princess fought them.
Silk slipping through firm hands, her breath sharp, her movements fierce. Even restrained, she carried that same dangerous graceโhips swaying, chin lifted, eyes blazing with defiance.
The prince?
He had been dragged too.
Less visibly. Less violently. But forced all the same.
Duty did not askโit demanded.
The grand hall doors shut behind them with a heavy, echoing finality.
Locked.
Silence followed.
For the first time in yearsโฆ no court, no whispers, no expectations.
Just them.
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