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RUNNING TOWARDS FATE

작가: Amore Lovelace
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-06-30 07:12:09

The carriage rocked gently over the uneven dirt path, its wheels cutting through the morning mist that blanketed the forest floor. The crisp air smelled of damp earth and fallen leaves, but inside the carriage, the atmosphere was thick with something else entirely.

Dread.

Valerion sat rigid, his crimson eyes locked onto the fragile figure before him. Azrael lay on the cushioned seat, unmoving, her skin was almost translucent, the veins all around her body were almost visible . She looked worse than before—worse than he ever thought possible. Her lips were dry and colorless and her breathing so shallow it barely stirred the fabric of her gown, it was almost non-existent. The once unbreakable force of his daughter was now reduced to this—hollow, crumbling shadow of the fierce warrior she was.

He tightened his grip around her cold fingers.

"Hold on, Azrael," he whispered, his voice low, almost desperate. "We're almost there."

She didn't respond. She hadn't responded in days.

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    The grand ballroom of Castle Blackthorne was alive with murmurs and music, the air thick with anticipation. Chandeliers of black iron and crimson crystals bathed the vast hall in an eerie glow, their flickering light casting elongated shadows across the polished obsidian floors. The scent of bloodwine and exotic spices curled through the air, mingling with the hushed conversations of the gathered nobility.Tonight was no ordinary gathering. Tonight, King Valerion had summoned the great houses of Blackthorne to witness a momentous occasion—one that had set the entire court abuzz with speculation.Azrael Blackthorne was to be given in marriage.And not to just anyone.To him, King Seraphim of Norrix.The name alone stirred whispers of admiration and fear.“I still can’t believe it,” a noblewoman murmured behind the rim of her glass. “Princess Azrael, bound to Seraphim of Norrix? What a union that will be.”“A brilliant match,” her companion agreed. “Norrix is vast and powerful. Its land

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    The candlelight flickered, casting restless shadows against the stone walls of his chamber. Draven sat on the edge of his bed, one hand braced against his knee, the other clenched into a tight fist. His mind was in turmoil, a storm of emotions that refused to settle. His breath came heavier than it should, his pulse a steady drum of frustration.It had been days.Days since he had sent the letter.Days of silence.Azrael had not replied.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. Her piercing golden gaze, the way her lips would curve in disdain when she was scheming, the sharp wit in her voice. He could almost hear her calling him a fool, chastising him for putting himself in this situation.Is she angry with me?That thought gnawed at him more than anything else.Had she decided he wasn’t worth the trouble?He gritted his teeth, running a hand through his hair. No. Azrael wasn’t one to ignore something like this unless—unless something was preventing her from responding. His gut twis

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    Azrael stood before the towering mirror, her golden eyes scanning the reflection staring back at her. The ball gown that adorned her body was exquisite. Black as the midnight sky, embroidered with delicate golden vines and crimson roses that trailed down its voluminous skirts. The fitted bodice cinched at her waist, emphasizing her regal stature. Yet despite the undeniable beauty of it, she felt nothing.Her blonde hair was gathered into an elaborate updo. Nestled within were small roses, their deep red petals standing out against her shining golden locks. A silent, cruel irony. A queen in thorns. A bride in chains.Her fingers drifted to her throat, grazing over her mother's choker that never left her skin. The deep red gemstone gleamed under the candlelight.Her jaw clenched.Tonight was the night. The ball where King Seraphim of Norrix would arrive, where her father would introduce her as his intended bride.Her fate, sealed in silk and roses.A queen, but not in her own right. A w

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    The air in Azrael’s chambers was heavy, thick with the scent of burning candles and the faint metallic trace of dried blood from the half-finished goblet on her bedside table. The room, though grand and adorned with dark velvets and intricate silver embroidery, felt suffocating tonight.Azrael lay sprawled across her massive bed, her black silk robe pooling around her like liquid shadow. Beside her, Eva rested on her side, propping her head up with her hand. She had been listening in silence, but her bright blue eyes gleamed with curiosity as Azrael finally let out a sharp breath."He’s hosting a ball," Azrael muttered, breaking the silence. "And he’s already given my hand in marriage to King Seraphim of Norrix."Eva blinked, then tilted her head. "Why do you sound so furious? This isn’t the first time a suitor has come your way."Azrael let out a bitter laugh, turning to face her friend fully. "That’s exactly why this is different, Eva. Before, they came to me, asking for my hand. Th

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