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**Shadow of Destiny**
In a realm where magic and darkness entwine, the tale of "Shadow of Destiny" unfolds—a tragic narrative of royal romance, shadowed by sorrow and despair. Born with hair as black as midnight, Anaya, daughter of a Duke, is whispered to be a child blessed by evil. The world views her with suspicion and fear, her presence a portent of misfortune.

Similarly accursed is Crown Prince Hades, a figure shrouded in darkness, burdened with a fate as grim as his name suggests. Neglected and scorned by their families, both Anaya and Hades endure the cruel indifference of a world that rejects them.

Their fates intertwine in a dance of sorrow and despair, as the cursed prince and the so-called child of evil find solace in one another's company. Theirs is a story steeped in tragedy, as they navigate a world that seeks to destroy them. Will their combined strength defy the cruel hands of fate, or will the darkness that binds them seal their doom?

"Shadow of Destiny" is a haunting exploration of love and loss, where the lines between light and shadow blur, and the very essence of destiny is called into question. In this world of cruelty and neglect, Anaya and Hades must confront the darkness within and around them, seeking a glimmer of hope in a tale that is as dark as it is compelling.

Shadow of Destiny 
            

         JEEVA

As Marcus raised his cup, ready to join in the celebratory toast, the high priest's words halted him in his tracks.

"Congratulations, your majesty," the high priest began, his tone carrying a mixture of reverence and authority. "I, as the representative of the temple, will always remain loyal to the empire and bring blessings to the Royal Family."

Marcus nodded in acknowledgment, a faint smile playing on his lips as he gestured with his cup, inviting the high priest to share in the revelry. "Thank you for your unwavering support, High Priest. Your blessings mean a great deal to us all."

But just as Marcus was about to take a sip, the high priest interjected, his voice taking on a somber note. "However, Your Majesty, it pains me to say that the process of purification has not been completed."

Marcus furrowed his brow in confusion, his gaze flickering with concern. "What do you mean?" he inquired, his tone tinged with apprehension.

The high priest's gaze grew solemn as he continued, his words weighted with significance. "One member of the family is absent from this joyous occasion," he explained, his expression grave. "And until the sanctity of our traditions is upheld by all, the ceremony remains incomplete."

A ripple of unease spread through the gathering as Marcus exchanged a meaningful glance with Alexander, their shared understanding unspoken yet palpable. "Anaya," Marcus murmured under his breath, a sense of foreboding settling over him like a shroud.

As the implications of the high priest's words sank in, a tense silence descended upon the assembly, the weight of uncertainty hanging heavy in the air. And in that moment, the fate of the Aurelius family hung in precarious balance, poised on the precipice of revelation and reckoning.

*On the other hand at Aurelius household*

Anaya's room was suffused with a hushed anticipation as the maid ventured to broach the delicate subject with her young mistress.

"Your Highness, are you not going to attend His Majesty's coronation ceremony?" the maid inquired tentatively, her voice laced with concern.

Anaya remained silent, her gaze fixed on the maid as she waited for her to finish speaking.

"Other nobles will question His Majesty about your absence," the maid continued, her words tinged with urgency. "It will not look good for His Majesty as a new king."

Anaya understood the implications of her absence all too well. Despite the animosity and prejudice she faced from the nobles, she couldn't bear the thought of causing Marcus any further distress on such an important day.

Resolute in her decision, Anaya nodded in affirmation, a faint smile gracing her lips. "Okay, let's go to the Royal Palace," she replied softly, her voice carrying a sense of quiet determination.

The maid's eyes widened in surprise, a glimmer of hope sparking within her. "Are you sure, Your Highness?" she asked, her voice filled with incredulity.

Anaya returned the maid's gaze with a steady nod, her resolve unwavering. With a sense of purpose, they set about preparing Anaya for the momentous occasion, dressing her in the regal attire that Marcus had sent for her.

As Anaya donned the garments befitting her station, a sense of solemnity settled over her, mingled with a flicker of apprehension. But beneath it all, there burned a quiet determination to stand by her brother's side, come what may. And so, with a steadying breath and a silent prayer in her heart, Anaya embarked on the journey to the Royal Palace, ready to face the challenges that awaited her with courage and grace.

Chapter:21 The Coronation Day(part-2)