The chapel was small, almost hidden from the world, lit by flickering candles and the soft glow of twilight filtering through the stained glass. Only a handful of trusted allies and family were present.Emilia adjusted the simple, elegant dress she had chosen, not ornate, not showy. Just herself, strong, unbroken, and ready. She looked at Lucien, standing at the altar, every line of his body tense, yet there was softness in his eyes she had never seen in anyone else.“You look… dangerous,” she murmured, unable to stop a small smile.“And you… unstoppable,” he replied, his voice low, deep, edged with desire and reverence. “You’ve always been my equal. Today… you’ll be my queen, officially.”Her chest tightened, heart hammering. “I’ve already worn the crown in war. Today… I wear it for love.”He watched her walk down the aisle, each step measured, elegant, confident. She carried herself like the woman who had survived bullets, blood, and betrayal, and yet, here she was, unafraid, lumino
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