MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: VAN GOGH, VIRGINO AILO,'
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But none of the grandeur mattered when I looked up and saw Evren waiting at the altar. Dressed in ceremonial armor gilded in silver, he looked every bit the noble king he was destined to be. His eyes held mine, a warmth in them that felt like home, calming the whirlwind of emotions within me.
In that moment, the hall, the guests, the grandeur all faded away it was just the two of us, drawn together as if by fate.
The high priest began the ceremony, his voice carrying the ancient blessings that had been spoken over generations of rulers. Each word felt like a seal on the love we had nurtured over the months, binding us not only as partners in life but as co-rulers, bound to lead side by side.