You might be the most powerful prince in Austervale. You have complete control over my actions and my life. And I am just a weak woman without any power, but that doesn't mean I am not your equal because I know exactly where to strike you, and we both know that.
— Emma
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The grand hall was adorned with opulent decorations, shimmering chandeliers casting a golden glow over the room.
Rows of dignitaries, royals, and nobles filled the space, their eyes fixed on the couple at the altar.
Emma stood beside Bright, her heart pounding. She glanced at him, noting the rigid posture and the unreadable expression on his face.
Both of them were dressed in elaborate wedding attire, the weight of tradition and expectation pressing down on them.
"Stand here," the protocol officer instructed, guiding them to their positions. They moved as if in a trance, following the choreographed steps laid out for them.