All Chapters of Becoming the Elf King's bride: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Alaric nodded solemnly. "From the intertwining magic of the Mother Tree and the Earth Spirit, the Elves were born. They were crafted with immortality and purity, entrusted with the sacred task of tending to the earth's delicate balance while the Earth Spirit joined the war. Yet, as time passed, they began to stray from their noble purpose, seduced by the allure of power and pleasure. The whispers of greed, lust, envy, and pride twisted their thoughts. Driven by their newfound desires, the Elves turned upon each other, consumed by avarice and ambition. The strong preyed upon the weak, hoarding treasures and vying for dominion over their kin. When the Earth Spirit noticed the devastation wrought by her own creations, she took away their immortality by casting upon them a curse- the curse of iron which renders them weak when they are around it and takes their life when it is inserted in their bodies.”Ron nodded, still puzzled. “I see… but what was the point of the entire story? I don’t

"Living so long without him is as good as dying anyway.” Ron replied. He gazed at the Earth Spirit with sadness in his eyes. “He already broke up with me so I may live the rest of my life without him but I’m content so long as I know he’s alive and well so please, let’s not waste any more time. Help him, I beg of you. Take everything you want. Even if you need my entire life span, take it. I’m ready to do anything.”The Earth Spirit gazed at Ron in awe then he nodded. “Very well. Sit beside him and hold his hand. No matter what, do not let go until I tell you to.”Ron nodded and did as he was told. He took Zedekiel’s ice cold hand in his, holding it firmly. For someone about to lose his powers, sight, and half his lifespan, he was unexpectedly calm but that was because he knew who he was giving it all up for. He felt Zedekiel deserved it and more. Life had been too cruel to the Elf and even if they would most likely never be together again, he was content as long as Zedekiel was alive

The air was heavy with foreboding as the Elf wedding ceremony began. The garden was shrouded in a somber, grey mist that clung to the trees like a damp shroud. The Mother Tree's branches hung limp, seeming to sag under the weight of her grief, her leaves looking wilted.The music was a slow, haunting dirge, played on instruments that seem to be crafted from the very shadows themselves. The notes were mournful and forlorn, echoing through the garden like the cries of lost souls. The sound sending shivers down the spines of the gathered Elves, who whisper to each other in hushed tones of dread.Some of them weeped openly, their faces streaked with tears as they watch their Queen stand beside an Elf they once trusted but now despised. Others covered their faces with their hands, unable to bear witness to the sorrow that hung in the air like a palpable force.The ancestors' wails filled the air, intertwining with the slow music, making the atmosphere drearier. The entire Kingdom was aware

Zedekiel raised his sword again, about to cut off the second arm when Prince Kayziel screamed in the link; ‘Wait Zedekiel! Wait! I’m sorry! Forgive me my dear nephew! Please! Your Father and Berthiel would never want you to treat me this way!’SLASH!!The second arm was sliced off and blood sprayed out like rain, dying the green grass below. The arm fell to the ground followed by a horrid shriek from Prince Kayziel.Zedekiel scoffed and shook his head. “I only took your arms but look at you screaming and shaking like it is the most painful thing to experience in this world. You better endure it for it is nothing compared to the agony you put my family through. I will show you real pain, uncle.”He recalled Berthiel’s cries. The way he had described the feeling of iron melting his organs. The way he kept saying he couldn’t breathe and how he felt like he was dying. He remembered holding his father and brother’s heads, burying them with his own hands. He remembered the feeling of being

He then gazed at his younger self, unsurprised to see the exact look of shock and confusion on his face. Even in his ghostly form, just the sight of Ron with Fredrick made him feel like his heart was ripped out of his chest. If he could feel like that, he knew what his younger self was feeling was way worse."Why did you ask to meet here? I could have gone to the garden as usual," Ron said, a soft smile gracing his lips."I didn't want to stress you, my love," Fredrick said, taking Ron's hand and planting a kiss on it. “This place is much closer to your home, isn’t it?”“It is.” The sweet action made Ron blush but he quickly retracted his hand and frowned. "But why are you doing this? I thought you didn't want to see me again. The things you said to me that day...""...were all a mistake," Fredrick quickly interjected. "I didn’t mean any of it, my love. I was blinded by anger and took it out on you. I'm deeply sorry for my thoughtless words." He wrapped his arms around Ron's waist, pu