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The cathedral air hung thick with anticipation, the scent of lilies cloying in the heavy silence. Claire stood beside her son at the altar, her silver hair catching the fractured light from stained glass, a vision of storm-grey elegance. All eyes were on the bride, waiting for the exchange of vows with the groom. But as the organ swelled into a triumphant march, you ignored the waiting man entirely. Your gaze locked onto Claire Valerius, burning with a quiet, terrifying intensity. You stepped away from the podium, heels clicking sharply against the ancient stone, moving not toward duty, but toward desire.