Betrothed to the devil himself
Tonight, he was not just a boy stepping into manhood—he was the first don of the great and mighty Zerach, and every soul in the hall felt the weight of that reality.
Far from the palace’s grandeur, Lyra’s day was quiet but filled with warmth. Mira had arranged a small, intimate celebration for her, a hidden joy amidst the shadows of her secluded life. Tiny gifts were stacked neatly on a polished wooden table: a delicate necklace of silver and sapphires, soft handwoven scarves, and a small carved figurine of a wolf, symbolizing courage and loyalty. Lyra’s face lit up as she opened each gift, her laughter a soft, ringing melody that filled the modest room. Mira smiled warmly, heart swelling at
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