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“There are many others who would gladly become your bride. Some you already know.” “And what makes you think that?” Drogo asks. “We heard how hateful you were the first night you saw her.” “Then you were misinformed.” “You could have any woman you want,” the King says sharply. “Why her, of all people? Why not separate from her once you get what you want?” He inhales sharply. “If you truly want a bride, there are plenty in the palace. I can arrange one.” Drogo growls. His aura shifts, and I feel the tension ripple through his muscles.

I finally find my voice. “As a candidate to become our king’s bride,” the ruler announces, and my jaw nearly drops. “Each year, from every settlement across the kingdom’s lands, one maiden is chosen as a potential queen for our ruler. For many years now, our king, Karadeylis, has failed to find himself a wife. This time, the scouts of brides chose my daughter, Miko. But you’ll replace her. You’re young, beautiful, and pure — there should be no problem with the substitution.”

“He said it was… safer.” Maddie opened her mouth to press me, but before she could, a sharp knock rattled the door. “By order of Her Majesty,” A voice called, muffled but unmistakably formal. “A wedding gift for the bride.” My breath caught. I cracked the door open, just enough to see the palace page holding a long, narrow box wrapped in white silk and sealed with the Queen’s crest. His face betrayed nothing as he bowed and placed it carefully into my hands. “For the bride,” He said, before disappearing down the corridor without another word.

Selene waved through the carriage window, though all that could be seen was her hand in a delicate glove. "The bride has arrived!" One of the guests inside the Cathedral announced, and Frederick's heart skipped a beat. The Marquis stood by his side and tapped him lightly on the shoulder, giving him support and strength. The king's gaze was focused on the great doors, the wait to see Selene enter seemed eternal and as much as the Queen and her sister looked radiant, they were not the woman he wanted to see. The little pages came in, the whole court and finally, there she was... His Selene.

I followed his gaze to catch Kael staring at me strangely. “Come forward,” The king waved a hand to command Kael. Kael walked forward to the base of the throne then the King waved a hand at me. “Bow,” He gave a single command. I swallowed but got to my knees according to tradition and bowed before Kael. The hall was so silent, that you could hear a pin drop. “With all the gold, you're decked out with—I’m not surprised your brain is empty. These are the best kind of brides! Trained from birth to favor their husbands!”

I started chewing slowly, completely shutting everyone out until I heard the king speaks "Did you hear anything I said, Keith?" He bellowed and I glanced between them. "No, I didn't," Keith admitted. "Well, the king said you have to spend the whole day getting to know your bride" the grand Luna announced and my fork fell, causing everyone’s eyes to turn on me.

This should have been the happiest day of my life… yet I feel as though I march toward my own funeral. Her handmaiden entered with a trembling smile, holding a gown of white satin embroidered with silver thread. "My princess… the king commands that you wear this. He says it befits the dignity of a bride." The word stung like a blade—bride. Not by choice, not for love, but by fear. Yet as she touched the gown, her breath caught. Some part of her heart whispered against her will: What kind of man will he be? Monster… or king?

Alpha Dillion steps back slightly, his confrontational stance softening under the weight of the identity of the King. He clears his throat, his voice laced with caution, "Forgive my outburst, Your Majesty. But what brings you here to disrupt this union?" King Stellan's piercing gaze shifts to me, and I feel a surge of anxiety mingled with curiosity. He steps closer, his voice holding a firmness that allows no challenge. "I've come to claim my beloved. Isabeau is my WIFE and by attempting to marry her to another, you've committed a grave offense against me and my kingdom."

She brought out a silk handkerchief, using it to wipe Vivian's face. Vivian smiled at her kind gesture and responded; "I couldn't stop myself. You do know how your king is right? He has a weird mood swing. I only met him yesterday and that was enough for me to know how cold and heartless he is. I was doing him a favor by agreeing to be his bride and I even came all the way from my kingdom but he doesn't even appreciate that?! Trust me, your king is a cold and heartless man? I would be surprised if he even ends up in heaven," "Hell is a great place too, you know?"

Back at the estate, I had just taken off my jacket when Vivian updated her feed. In an underground room at Raven Club, they were playing truth or dare. Vivian had been dared to kiss anyone in the room. The video swept across the poker table, the glasses, the cigar smoke, then landed on Lucas. Vivian bit her lip and looked at him as if begging for rescue. "Lucas, you're the only one here I really know." The room erupted. "Miss Castor, how are we strangers? Other than the DeLuca heir, are the rest of us invisible?"