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Chapter 1 The Bride Who Begged to Break Her Betrothal People often say that dawn marks the beginning of every beautiful story. But the dawn of that day... began with a farewell. The first rays of sunlight poured through the stained-glass dome of the Grand Cathedral of Solis, spilling ribbons of gold across the white marble floor. The cathedral bells rang three solemn times, their echoes rolling through every street of Valedor's capital. Today, the entire kingdom waited. For a royal wedding. For its future queen. For the dawn of a new era under the House of Valmont. Nobles in ceremonial dress lined both sides of the grand hall. Upon the raised dais sat the King himself, while the archbishops stood in silent reverence, their silver staffs gleaming beneath the morning light. All that remained was for Crown Prince Adrian Valmont to enter through the great bronze doors. Then... the bride appeared. Her ivory gown flowed behind her like a river of fresh snow. Every eye followed her. Lady Eleanor Ashford. Only daughter of Grand Marshal William Ashford. The woman destined to become Queen. No one knew... she had already died once. She took a few quiet steps forward. Less than ten paces separated her from the throne. Then, without warning... she fell to her knees. The sound was soft. Barely more than fabric brushing against cold stone. Yet inside the silent cathedral, it struck like thunder. Whispers rippled through the crowd.
Chapter 1 The Bride Who Begged to Break Her Betrothal People often say that dawn marks the beginning of every beautiful story. But the dawn of that day... began with a farewell. The first rays of sunlight poured through the stained-glass dome of the Grand Cathedral of Solis, spilling ribbons of gold across the white marble floor. The cathedral bells rang three solemn times, their echoes rolling through every street of Valedor's capital. Today, the entire kingdom waited. For a royal wedding. For its future queen. For the dawn of a new era under the House of Valmont. Nobles in ceremonial dress lined both sides of the grand hall. Upon the raised dais sat the King himself, while the archbishops stood in silent reverence, their silver staffs gleaming beneath the morning light. All that remained was for Crown Prince Adrian Valmont to enter through the great bronze doors. Then... the bride appeared. Her ivory gown flowed behind her like a river of fresh snow. Every eye followed her. Lady Eleanor Ashford. Only daughter of Grand Marshal William Ashford. The woman destined to become Queen. No one knew... she had already died once. She took a few quiet steps forward. Less than ten paces separated her from the throne. Then, without warning... she fell to her knees. The sound was soft. Barely more than fabric brushing against cold stone. Yet inside the silent cathedral, it struck like thunder. Whispers rippled through the crowd. "Eleanor!" Grand Marshal Ashford instinctively stepped forward. He had never seen his daughter like this. Her back remained perfectly straight. Only her trembling shoulders betrayed her. She lowered her head. Her forehead touched the marble floor. Once. Twice. A third time. When she lifted her head, a thin line of crimson stained her brow. Her sapphire-blue eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Looking directly at the King, she spoke so softly that her words nearly disappeared into the silence. "Your Majesty..." "I humbly beg... to break my betrothal." No one moved. A silver goblet slipped from an elderly count's hand and shattered against the marble. The sharp sound only deepened the suffocating silence. Slowly, the King rose. He was not angry. Only bewildered. He looked at Eleanor as though he no longer recognized the young woman standing before him. "Do you understand what you've just said?" His voice was calm. Measured. "Within moments, you will become the Crown Princess." "And one day..." "You will become Queen of Valedor." Eleanor slowly closed her eyes. She knew. No one understood those words better than she did. Because in another lifetime... she had walked into that palace. She had worn the crown. She had lived inside gilded halls so vast they echoed with loneliness. And she had died there. If happiness had a sound... her memories held only the roar of flames. "Then why?" the King asked quietly. "Give me one reason." Her gloved fingers curled tightly together.#novel #usa🇺🇸 #Love #bride

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