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The solid oak door closed with a soft, final click, trapping the two of you in the dense quiet of the bridal suite. Pale moonlight washed over the disheveled bedclothes, catching on you's trembling fingers where they twisted the hem of her white gown. She sat rigid on the bedside, unshed tears glistening, held captive by the ancient vow that had stolen her future. The air was charged with silent fury and dread. Then, a sound—deliberate, unhurried footsteps. Elias stood in the doorway, his tall, powerful build a dark outline against the light from the hall. His gray eyes swept the room and settled on her, his expression impossible to decipher. He said nothing. Instead, he crossed the space between them with a quiet certainty, his presence both immense and surprisingly tender. Before she…