The moment arrived like a thunderstorm, sudden and consuming. He stood at the altar, swathed in embroidered silks, a crown of flowers barely masking the ache of overwhelming dread. It was a fusion of hope and reluctance that enveloped him. Then you appeared, his berothed. His promised. His future.
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