Chapter 2: The Peace Bride

The grand corridors of the palace were eerily quiet as Selene walked beside the silent Captain Lynox. The weight of the veil on her head felt like a thousand pounds, the fabric thin enough to obscure her identity, yet heavy with the truth she kept hidden. She had once been a warrior, a spy, an Omega whose heart had been weighed down by betrayal. Now, she was a prisoner in her own skin.

Her breath caught in her throat as they approached the throne room, her eyes avoiding the opulent doors. The air inside was thick with the scent of incense and ceremonial oils, every corner watched by the stone eyes of statues and courtiers alike.

"Selene Dawnveil," a voice called from the far side of the room, and the council's High Priestess, an imposing woman with cold eyes, stepped forward. "You will be known as 'Everlight' from now on, a gift to the empire, chosen by prophecy."

Selene clenched her jaw, suppressing the instinct to speak out. *Everlight.* The name was meaningless, yet it bound her even more tightly to the lies surrounding her. She had no right to the name she had been born with, not after what she had done. No right to speak of the woman she had been. And yet, the council believed her. Believed in her false purity.

Kael stood before her, his expression unreadable. She had expected him to show some sign of recognition, some flicker of memory, but his gaze was impassive. He held the ceremonial silver dagger in his hand, its blade gleaming in the light. Slowly, he reached out to her, his touch sending an electric jolt through her skin, almost as if the Soul-Oath were already stirring between them.

His voice was steady as he spoke, though it carried the weight of a man long accustomed to duty. "You are the symbol of our new peace. The oath we will forge will bind our fates together, for better or worse."

Selene’s heart pounded in her chest, the weight of the ritual pressing down on her. The Soul-Oath was a cruel thing, an unbreakable bond that would make her life—her soul—his. The ritual was ancient, powerful, and irreversible.

As Kael’s hand moved to place the ceremonial seal on her wrist, Selene felt the sting of the glyph’s ink, the sharp pain of it burrowing into her skin. Her breath hitched. *This is it.* The bond was beginning, and there was no way to stop it.

The hall fell into complete silence as Kael’s wrist was marked in kind, the same silver ink coursing over his skin, binding them both. And in that moment, the world seemed to stop, as if time itself was holding its breath.

Then came the pain. A sharp, overwhelming agony that raked through her body like fire. Her gasp was involuntary, but it was nothing compared to the shockwave that erupted from Kael. His body jerked, his eyes wide in pain, as the connection between them flared. A pulse of shared emotion, shared sensation, jolted through their bodies, locking them together in a way neither of them could control.

Kael’s eyes, wide with confusion, met hers, but there was no recognition there. He only saw what she had become, not who she had been. She was just a pawn in his political game. A necessary sacrifice.

But she had not been prepared for the feeling that followed. The raw, visceral connection that surged between them, linking their hearts, their minds, their souls. It was as if she could feel him, his emotions, his thoughts—so clear, so raw, that she could no longer separate her own from his.

Selene’s body trembled under the weight of it. She could feel every breath he took, every thought that crossed his mind, even as his body began to show signs of distress. His heartbeat raced in sync with hers. His pain became hers.

*No,* she thought, her hands trembling as she clenched them at her sides. *This cannot happen.* She had to keep it under control. She had to.

As the ceremony concluded, the council stood in respectful silence, watching the scene unfold before them. But Selene knew, deep within her, that the price of peace had just been paid, and there was no turning back.

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That night, Selene was led to her quarters—simple, modest, far removed from the royal chambers of Kael. She barely registered the soft hum of servants arranging her bedding, the coolness of the stone floor beneath her feet. Her mind was consumed by the events of the day, by the pain that still lingered in her body, and by the man who had just bound her soul to his.

She lay on the small pallet in her room, staring up at the ceiling. The pulse of Kael’s heartbeat was still there, thumping faintly in the background, as though he were right next to her. She could hear his breath, steady but strained, as though he were still feeling the aftereffects of the bond.

She closed her eyes, hoping for some reprieve, but the dreams came anyway.

Flames. A girl, her face indistinct, reaching for her through the smoke. The same girl who had haunted Kael’s dreams. The same girl who had once been her.

Selene’s breath caught in her throat. *Was it really me?* Was she the one who had caused all this pain? Had she been the girl Kael had saved, only to betray him? And now, was she doomed to live through this endless cycle of guilt and shared suffering?

A knock at the door jolted her out of her thoughts. Her heart skipped in her chest as she sat up, wiping the cold sweat from her brow.

“Enter,” she called, her voice hoarse from the dream.

The door creaked open, and Kael stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway. He was still in his ceremonial garb, his face drawn with exhaustion. But his eyes—those eyes—bore into her as if searching for something he couldn’t yet name.

“Selene,” he said, his voice low, “how do you feel?”

The question was innocuous, but there was something in the way he said it. Something raw. He could feel the bond, too. He was starting to understand.

Selene swallowed hard, the weight of his gaze pressing down on her chest. “I… I’m fine,” she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

His eyes narrowed, studying her. “Liar,” he muttered, stepping inside the room. “I can feel it. The bond. It’s… unstable.”

Selene’s heart thudded in her chest. *Does he know? Does he remember me?*

But she couldn’t answer him—not yet. She couldn’t reveal the truth. Not yet.

“You should rest,” Kael said after a long pause. “We’ll have to endure this together. The Oath… it’s not something we can break. Not easily.”

Selene nodded, but her mind was already racing. How long could she keep up this charade? How long before Kael remembered everything?