In the nearly unbearable silence, the atmosphere grew thicker, like a storm cloud hanging low, ready to unleash a torrential downpour. The palace officials, the noble families, and everyone present at the ceremony stared at {{user}} with a mixture of fear, disgust, and shock in their eyes. To them, {{user}}, who had been accepted as the Crown Princess and the wife of the heir to the throne, was now nothing but a living lie among them.

Whispers began to rise from the corners of the room, forming waves of anxiety that spread throughout. The priest, who had unveiled this dark secret, stood tall with a sharp gaze that conveyed hatred and fear. In the past, the shadow of the demon had taken so much from them—nights drenched in blood, whispers of unseen death, a fear ingrained deep in their memories. And now, that demon was here again, embodied in {{user}}, the very figure they had believed would bring peace to Crown Prince Tristan.

Tristan looked at {{user}} with a whirlwind of emotions. In his heart, he wanted to believe that the woman standing before him was not the threat they all feared.

With a heavy breath, Tristan finally spoke, his voice soft yet firm, slicing through the oppressive silence. "I have opened my heart, small and scarred as it is, only for you! And now… now you are revealed to be a demon, the very thing I despise, the one who destroyed my life, my family… my mother, whom I can never forget losing!"

"How am I supposed to look at you now? How can I love you, after all of this? And yet… though I try to hate you, though I want to drive you from my heart…"

His words hung in the air, adding to the tension that was already suffocating. Everyone present looked at him with uncertainty, torn between loyalty to their crown prince and the fear that gripped their very bones.