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The Phoenix Bride Rises: Trust Was Her First Mistake The Banquet Beneath the Flame
Lanterns floated through the sanctuary like captured starlight. The air was sweet with roasted lotus seeds, firefruit wine, and duskroot incense. A celebration was underway, the first true feast the Saphiren Clan had held in decades.At the center of the courtyard, beneath the Phoenix Tree whose bark shimmered with ancestral fire, sat four honored figures: Prince Miguel, Amarantha, Duke Cedric Fleming of Country D, and the Flamebearer herself, Arla-Rosa Lunaria Fleming.The square was filled with laughter and music. Children ran barefoot along glowing stones, citizens of the reborn Saphiren clan danced in robes of gold and ash-gray, and storytellers recited ancient myths made true again.Cassian and Celeste raced around the long banquet table, devouring flamecakes and tossing petal confetti in the air. Their giggles echoed like tiny bells. Arla-Rosa watched them, her fingers lightly curled around Cedric’s under the table. There was warmth in her eyes, but also something distant. A tho
The Phoenix Bride Rises: Trust Was Her First Mistake Meeting Dad
Twilight bled across the sanctuary like a silken veil, its sky painted in crimson and violet, a tribute to fire and dusk. From the highest spire, a silver bell tolled,once, twice, thrice. A visitor was approaching. Not just any visitor. The Prince of Vespas.Arla-Rosa stood on the Phoenix Balcony, the winds weaving through her robes. Her fingers gripped the balcony rail, heart thudding not with fear, but with something dangerously close to longing.Cedric stepped beside her. “You don’t have to do this alone.” “I’m not afraid,” she said softly. “I’m… curious. Nervous. But not afraid.” He nodded. “That’s the bravest kind of readiness.” Below, the sanctuary gates opened.And through them rode a man cloaked in royal blue, silver embroidery glinting like stars. His beard, now peppered with white, did little to dull the quiet dignity of his stride. His eyes which are gray like the border between storm and memory, scanned the sanctuary with restraint. He bore no guards. No pomp. Just truth.
The Phoenix Bride Rises: Trust Was Her First Mistake The Woman Who Chose Fire
Morning light bled into the sanctuary like liquid gold. The flames in the prayer bowls flickered lower, not extinguished, but peaceful, reflecting the change in the air. Arla-Rosa sat at the edge of her bed, eyes fixed on her hands. Hands that had once clung to revenge. Now, they curled softly around the folds of her ceremonial robe, steady. Silent.Her chest still ached from the vision. Her body remembered every lash, every bruise, every bite of starvation. But her soul? Her soul had just glimpsed eternity. The cold. The vows. The ring. The way Cedric had died beside her, not with anger or despair, but devotion so vast it cracked reality itself. Arla-Rosa closed her eyes, drew in a slow breath. "You chose me, Cedric. In a world that never deserved your gentleness." And now, she would choose him.Cedric knocked once before entering. His presence, once magnetic and storm-dark, now stood in hesitant awe. She was already awake. Wearing the soft gray tunic of a Saphiren heir. Hair brushed
The Phoenix Bride Rises: Trust Was Her First Mistake The Blood Debt
The veil of vision thickened around Arla-Rosa, not like fog, but like memory soaked in sorrow. She floated between time and truth, watching what the living never speak of and the dead cannot change. And this time, she was not watching Cedric alone.Brilliant City whispered the name Grimm with awe and dread. But far away in the royal capital of Country V, behind the sapphire glass of the Sun Court, Prince Miguel, once scorned as a negligent father, was reviewing every piece of intelligence Cedric’s operatives leaked to him on purpose.A surgical trail of vengeance. Every financial record, every death certificate alteration, every piece of silence bought with blood money. And at the center of it? His daughter. Arla-Rosa. And her unborn children. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of his writing desk. His gaze fell on the carved phoenix amulet that once belonged to Amarantha.He had loved her. Still did. And he had failed her. Just as he had failed their child. But not anym
The Phoenix Bride Rises: Trust Was Her First Mistake The Phantom Duke, The Name Grimm
The gates of Brilliant City were just beginning to shimmer under the silver mist of dawn when a fleet of black vehicles glided past the southern border patrol. No questions were asked. No permits were demanded. The guards simply stepped back, heads bowed, not to the insignia on the cars but to the shadow seated in the back of the lead vehicle. Grimm had returned.In the upper echelons of the underworld, his name was carved in whispers and sealed with blood. A man not of shadows, but the force that moved within them. Ruthless. Calculated. Unstoppable. He was the same Duke Cedric Fleming who once shook hands at royal functions and kissed aging duchesses on gloved knuckles. But this time, he wore no velvet diplomacy. Only vengeance.In the spectral plane between memory and spirit, Arla-Rosa floated. The vision still gripped her, showing her the world she had left too soon. She watched from the veil, her ethereal form tethered to the past. This was not a dream. This was the truth she had
The Phoenix Bride Rises: Trust Was Her First Mistake The Knot of Two Lives
Night fell over the Sanctuary, the moon hanging heavy and round in the velvet sky. The wind had stilled, and a hushed reverence cloaked the Flamebearer’s domain. Arla-Rosa sat alone in the ancient Meditation Grove, the twin trees of memory arching their silvery branches above her like guardians of time. She had been unable to sleep. The ceremony, the crown, her mother’s soft smile, it was all real. And yet, her heart remained knotted with shadows from lives she could not fully name.Amarantha’s rescue had gone well. The Guxani leaders had scattered, but part of her could not rest. Not yet. “Master Ye,” she whispered, clutching her bracelet. The bracelet flared softly in response. From its core, a voice answered: “You are ready.”Before she could question it, golden light spilled from the stones surrounding her, encircling her in a cocoon of sacred fire. The magic of the Sanctuary, tied to her very blood, had answered her longing for truth. Then, silence. And then, visions.She saw him
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