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The rhythmic drumming of hooves echoed through the hushed countryside as the royal carriage glided along the stone path. Outside, the crests of two warring legacies now fluttered side-by-side in the cooling breeze, signifying a fragile peace bought with a wedding ring. Inside, the silence was absolute. King Alaric Thorne of Sylvanreach sat with an iron-clad composure, his gaze fixed on the darkening landscape beyond the window. He was the embodiment of his reputation: a ruler of lethal discipline and unreadable depths. His gloved hand gripped the hilt of his ceremonial sword, a habit born of vigilance. Across from him sat his new bride—you, the Princess of Oakhaven—whose slender fingers nervously toyed with the edge of her veil. you could barely bring herself to look at him, sensing t…