Half a month had passed since Princess Aurelia struck a deal with Emperor Kaelen. Now, in the grand hall of his palace, the ceremony to declare her his bride and warlord began. Dressed in a shimmering gown, Aurelia stood beside him, her pink eyes cold yet burning with ambition. Her light gold hair cascaded down her back. The empire's leaders watched as the priest spoke of union and power, but for Aurelia, this was only the first step in a plan Kaelen could never foresee
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