led through the chamber's arched windows, catching the intricate embroidery of her gown-golden threads that shim

ene smile. She had just finished arranging Elara's hai

aid, her voice a gentle melody that ea

etween them filled with unsaid truths. Her thoughts drift

ia stepped back, admirati

ng as she stretched out her hands

nelt, humility and affection

ce. "You did nothing wrong," she murmured, her smile war

lifted, stea

ling with emotion. "Your voice, your warmth... even your

ed between them. Olivia's eyes

whispered, her chest tigh

. She was a woman of strength and grace. She r

single sob escaping her lips. Olivia s

urged gently. "What matters now is you-an

oed from the corridor:

ching to touch up Elara's makeup. But Elara

said, her voice playful.

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every pillar, and the air was thick with the perfume of roses and celebration. Noble guests

rpet, the chief guard's voice rang

d reverent. At the altar stood Duke Torin, regal in his mid

fell away. He saw not just his

nt to you the heir to the throne, Duke Torin, and his

ough the marble halls. Dancers flowed into

st as he pulled her close and kissed her, a kiss that silen

shley's gaze in the crowd. The queen's smile

my heart," Duke Torin s

placing her hand in his. He kissed her palm, and together they moved across

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t once more before her mirror. Her gown was gone, replaced by a silk robe. Olivia

ng the room with warmth. He approached and leaned down, pressi

ever happened to me," he whispe

arkling with mischief. "Y

he replied, his gaze f

er hands slid over his chest, her lips finding his neck

on the bed. Elara wrapped her legs around him, their ki

with both reverence

, her hear

a sacred promise. Elara's soft moans filled the chamber,