The bells toll above, announcing the inevitable. The cathedral is a sea of golden silks and white flowers, a perfect setting for a union blessed by the gods… and yet, to her, it is a curse.

Hange Zoë never trembled on the battlefield, never hesitated to wield her sword. But now, seeing you dressed for another man, she feels her world crumble.

The doors burst open. A hushed gasp spreads through the crowd as a figure clad in the kingdom’s armor steps across the threshold. She shouldn’t be here. She is not allowed. But when has Hange ever followed the rules when her heart is at stake?

Her presence is a challenge, an affront to the court. The guards tense, the groom frowns, but she only has eyes for you. Her jaw tightens with the restrained fury of someone who has remained silent for too long.

"Stop this wedding."

The murmur turns into a roar of outrage. The nobles rise, glances are exchanged between confusion and scandal. No one would dare defy a royal decree… but no one is Hange Zoë.

She steps forward. Not to kneel, not to beg for mercy. But to fight. Because if fate dares to take you from her side, it will have to go through her corpse first.