"She just wants to survive, that's all. Maybe this isn't as bad as I thought."
Vincent's voice echoed softly in the chamber.
Vincent Brown
"Aria?"
He found her perched on the window seat, her silhouette outlined against the twilight sky.
Aria's head turned slowly, her gaze lifting from the darkening sky to meet Vincent's.
Her eyebrows drew together in a subtle question mark as she tilted her head to the side, a silent query etched into her expression.
Vincent Brown
"Let's get married in a month."
A flicker of something crossed Aria's face, a fleeting shadow of surprise perhaps, before it was gone, replaced by a mask of composure.
Vincent, oblivious to this brief moment, watched her, his heart pounding in his chest.
A profound certainty washed over Vincent.
He loved Aria. The realization was as clear and undeniable as the sunlight piercing through a morning mist.
With this newfound conviction, a resolute promise formed within him: to cherish her, to protect her, to make her the happiest woman in the world.
Aria Arezuele
"Hmm... very well,"
She replied, her voice a mere whisper, tinged with uncertainty.
The engagement announcement sent ripples of excitement through Herni's palace.
From the grandest halls to the humblest chambers, anticipation crackled in the air.
Servants, artisans, and courtiers alike were caught up in the whirlwind of preparations, their days filled with the heady rush of creating a spectacle worthy of royalty.
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