Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrothed to the devil himself : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 65

The night was heavy with joy, the air sweet with the scent of roses and warm wine. The palace glimmered under a thousand golden lights as music flowed softly through the grand hall. Every noble, every royal guest from the Beast Kingdom watched in admiration, their eyes on the young prince who stood tall, his heart trembling with both pride and love.Lucien took a deep breath and turned toward Lyra.She stood before him in a flowing gown of soft ivory silk, the candlelight wrapping her like a halo. The entire hall seemed to vanish around them — it was as if only two souls existed in the universe.He reached into his pocket and brought out a small velvet box. As he opened it, the faint sparkle of a diamond ring caught the light.Lyra gasped, her eyes wide and glistening.Lucien’s voice trembled as he spoke, “Lyra… from the moment I saw you in the woods, I knew the gods carved your name into my soul. You are my peace, my chaos, and my destiny. Will you let me love you for the rest of my

The night was quiet — too quiet for the palace of the Kingdom of Zareth. The moon hung low and red, like a bleeding wound in the sky, and the air felt heavy with a strange stillness that whispered of doom.King Zerach sat in his chamber, reading through old scrolls when the sound of faint, muffled screams reached his ears. At first, he thought it was his imagination — a trick of age or exhaustion. But then came another cry — sharp, echoing through the marble halls.He froze.“Lyra,” he breathed.Without a second thought, he rose from his chair, the parchment fluttering from his hand as he rushed toward her chamber. The corridor seemed to stretch endlessly, the sound growing louder with each step — a sound like the wind and thunder mixed, and underneath it, something like… pain.He reached her door and knocked. “Lyra! Are you all right?”No answer.He pounded again, harder this time. “Lyra!”Still nothing — only the humming vibration of power building within. His instincts screamed. Wi

The days that followed were strangely quiet.No thunder. No tremors. No whispers of dark magic in the air.For the first time in decades, the kingdom of Songhai woke to sunlight that wasn’t dimmed by shadow. The rivers ran clear again, the forests breathed freely, and even the wind carried warmth instead of warning.People whispered that when the prince and his sister died, they didn’t just end a curse—they healed the land itself. The prophecy had always spoken of “two born of one blood, whose death would seal the world anew.” But no one had understood it until now.Crops began to bloom twice as large. The barren fields turned golden with harvest. The sick began to recover without medicine. Even the birds—long silent—returned, filling the skies with song.Peace had finally come.A year later, the palace no longer felt like a fortress of grief.Its marble walls, once cold and gray, were repainted white and gold.Servants laughed again in the corridors, and children played in the royal