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Later, Adrian demanded that House Seraphiel divide its holdings.“There are too many of us under one roof,” he said. “Grandfather is gone. We may as well go our separate ways.”Cassian followed Lord Alaric's will and divided the property fairly.Once Adrian had his share, he threw himself into ruin. By day, he poured money into reckless ventures he did not understand. By night, he drowned himself in wine, courtesans, gambling halls, and every glittering pleasure the lower sky offered. He had no eye for investment and no patience for people. Soon, most of his fortune was gone.The next time he came to ask Cassian for money, the guards stopped him at the gate.I happened to be bringing documents to the council chambers and saw him there. His beard was rough, his once-bright hair unkempt, and the golden feathers of his wings looked dull.“Elena,” he said, trying to straighten himself. “Can we talk?”I looked at him without expression.He lowered his voice. “Do you know? I was your husband
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A few months later, I was carrying a child.Pregnancy did not make the Holy Court kinder, but it made people's masks thinner. Courtiers who had laughed at Cassian's wings now bowed so low their halos nearly touched the floor. The brothers who once called him useless began asking for positions in his council, as if memory were something they could fold away and hide in a drawer.Cassian accepted some, refused most, and never once raised his voice. That was the thing people had mistaken about him. His quietness was not weakness. He simply didn’t waste words on people who had already shown him what they were.At night, when the court finally stopped demanding pieces of him, he would come back to our rooms and place his hand on my belly with a seriousness that made me want to laugh and cry at the same time.“Did the baby trouble you today?” he would ask.“She kicked when Lucien tried to flatter you.”“Good taste already,” he said, then looked at me with soft pride. “She gets that from you.
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On the morning of my wedding, I woke before dawn.Cassian carried me out of House Drakon and into the griffin carriage. I secretly studied his profile. Adrian had the careless beauty of a spoiled heir. Cassian was quieter and steadier.It was another wedding day and the same road to the Holy Court, but my heart was completely different. Last time, I spent the journey afraid Adrian would regret marrying me. This time, I felt safe.The carriage suddenly stopped.Through the window, I saw Adrian standing in the road in ceremonial white, wearing the groom's crest as if the wedding belonged to him.Cassian stepped down and stood beside me.I whispered, “Let me handle this. If you two fight here, it will be ugly.”Cassian took my hand. “We are getting married. We face trouble together.”His palm was warm, and my heart settled.The sight of us hand in hand pushed Adrian further over the edge.“Elena, come with me. We will ask Grandfather to change the wedding. You were supposed to marry me.”
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Cassian came to see me once before the wedding.He looked at me for a long time before saying, “If you regret this, I can ask Grandfather to cancel the betrothal.”“Why would I regret it?”“I know you liked Adrian.”His voice reminded me of the madness in his eyes the day I died. My throat tightened.“I used to like him. I don't anymore.”“Why?”“Because I mistook obsession for love. I thought if I wanted something badly enough, I could win it by holding on. Then I learned love is not something you can force into your hands.”I hesitated. “I also had a long dream. In that dream, you saved me.”His ears turned red. “Do you truly want to marry me?”“Yes.”He smiled despite himself and took out a sealed folder. “Keep this. Grandfather gave you his share. I will give you mine. Everything I have is yours. If I ever wrong you, may I lose it all.”He had clearly planned this before coming.I accepted the folder, then took the small jade dragon charm from my neck. It had belonged to my grandmo
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The hall erupted.“Cassian? How is it him?”“Was Elena not obsessed with Adrian?”“This must be a mistake.”Adrian's face flushed red. “Grandfather, there has to be a mistake.”Lord Alaric gave him a cold look. “I am old, not deaf and blind. Do you think I would make a mistake with this?”The steward stepped forward. “His Lordship was clear. Lady Elena chose Lord Cassian.”Adrian cut him off and turned to me. “Elena, tell them. This is wrong, isn't it? You chose me.”I smiled. “I chose Cassian.”Cassian lifted his eyes, and surprise flickered through them so clearly that my heart softened.Adrian grabbed my wrist. “You like me. Everyone knows it. How could you choose this broken-winged shadow?”The steward pulled him back. The other Seraphiel heirs finally reacted and dragged him aside, but Adrian still shouted, “Elena, say something. Tell them you made a mistake.”Lord Alaric waved his hand in disgust. The doors closed, and the hall slowly quieted.The steward handed me a sealed folde
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A few weeks later, during the Moonfall Festival, my father asked me to deliver gifts to Lord Alaric.The moment I entered Skyspire Palace, I saw Celeste. She had not returned to House Drakon for days, and now she stood there in a pearl-colored gown with jewels glowing at her throat and wrists.“Elena,” she said, smiling. “Do you like them? Adrian gave me everything. I told him it was too much, but he said only I deserved things like this.”I tried to walk around her, but she stepped into my path.“I only wanted to share my happiness. Why are you so cold? I know you are jealous, but no one can force love. Adrian chose me.”Tears filled her eyes as she spoke. Before I even touched her, she dropped to the floor as if I had pushed her.“Elena, why would you do this? I know you hate me, but I am still your family.”Adrian arrived at the perfect moment.“Elena, what the hell are you doing?” His golden wings flared, throwing hard light across the corridor. “Are you bullying your own sister no
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