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She screamed and stumbled back, trying to claw it off. Vincent desperately pulled at the silk with his burning hands, but it wouldn't catch fire, instead, the threads glowed even brighter and twisted into a crown upon her head. Her vision blurred to red as voices pressed into her head: “Bride. Bride. Bride.” The First Bride emerged from the dark, getting closer with her ruined face just inches away from Camela’s. “There. Perfect. Every bride wears a crown.” Vincent roared, his flames erupting high enough to shake the walls as he grasped the silk crown with both hands, searing his palms in an attempt to yank it off her head.

She leaned for support, which made me carry her, but she stopped me before we could reach the cabin. “What’s wrong?” I worriedly asked as I began to feel the power bestowed on her crown. “Just let me rest here and stay,” she told me, and we rested at the side of the pond. “Okay.” I held her closer to my chest, and me too; I could feel the heaviness around my wife’s head like she was crowned with more than just responsibilities as a royal blood. I pulled her tightly and kissed her head to help her ease the pressure weighing around her crown until the crown vanished. “Your crown…”

Everything I have built, every decision I have made, every move I have executed over the years, it all traces back to one thing. Her. Alexandra does not respect weakness. She does not tolerate it. And I knew that early. So I built myself into something she would never overlook. Power. Money. Influence. Control. I chased all of it with one thought sitting quietly in the background. If I stand in front of her, I will not be small. And now… Now she is my wife. Now she carries my child. And now someone thought they could take her away from me in broad daylight. My jaw tightens slightly as that thought fully settles in. That was not just an attack. That was a mistake. A very expensive one.

I began, clearing my throat and switching on the microphone, "I'm grateful to the Browns for inviting me to this evening's gathering. I'd like to take this opportunity to make three announcements..." My voice carried across the room, drawing everyone's attention to the stage, Nolan included. He scowled, clearly not pleased with my impromptu speech. However, I ignored him and continued on my own terms. "First off, I need to set the record straight about the kidnapping last week. It wasn't some act I put on. It was a deadly trap set by my husband's mistress, Miss Lena, and my husband knew all about it but still made me take the fall."

“But the crown is not just mine. It is the kingdom’s. I cannot let personal ties blind me.” Her sigil pulsed one final time, bright and steady. The shadows bowed and dissipated. ⸻ The Crown Awaits The pedestal rose slowly, carrying the crown into the air before her. Light cascaded over her, warm and electric. The palace itself hummed approval. The trials were passed. Aera approached the crown, hand steady. This was the moment the seal had waited for. As her fingers closed over the metal, a voice echoed—deep, resonant, unmistakable:

Then another. NO. Then thousands. Fenrir roared and slammed his body against the serpent, tearing free enough to lunge at Jack. His jaws crossed the table threshold, moon-sized, teeth wet with old inheritance. Katherine moved. Not back. Forward. The crown of receipts descended, and she caught it in both hands. Margaret smiled in triumph. Katherine snapped the crown in half. Gold paper exploded like dead leaves. "I accept no custodianship that begins by removing my husband from personhood," Katherine said.

I let a lethal smirk curve my lips, stripping away every last shred of Zeena's pride until nothing remained. "Once you finally have a husband of your own, you'll understand how wonderful it feels to be spoiled and recklessly adored by a lawful husband," I concluded, landing the final, crushing blow that sealed both of their mouths shut.

She was small, energetic, and carried herself with the unmistakable confidence of someone who had earned the right to ignore her age. “There you are.” She embraced Elena warmly before stepping back. “I was beginning to think those important meetings had stolen you.” “They tried.” Elena laughed. “But I escaped.” Only then did the older woman notice Adrian. Her eyes narrowed with theatrical suspicion. “And who is this handsome stranger?” Elena looked momentarily uncertain. “This is my husband…” She paused almost imperceptibly before finishing. “…Adrian.” The hesitation lasted less than a second. It still reached him. Mrs. Alvarez welcomed them inside without another question.

"Some things for the bride to hear, while we are all in one room." I knew what was coming. I had heard it in my last life. "I have no preference about who the royal calls my Luna Princess. You can wear the title for as long as you don’t cause trouble and treat my son Lucas respectfully. But I have Lucas already. So we will not have children. I will not mark you either. Are we understood?" The servants were no longer pretending not to listen. I had been an Alpha's wife. I had had a wedding night. By the end, the man on my pillow had been measuring me for a coffin.

My pride had been shredded into ribbons when she forced Julian and me into the dirt as lower-tier laborers instead of the royal dignitaries we were born to be. But as my bloody hands tightly gripped the secret ledgers against my ribs, a vicious, electric thrill shot through my veins. I was going to tear that heavy crown straight off Valeria's perfect head. I held the ultimate, irrefutable weapon to bring her empire crashing down. Hiding in the deep, freezing shadows of the covered stone archways overlooking the main courtyard, Julian’s greedy, frantic words from the greenhouse echoed like a sweet melody in my head.