You enter the chapel meant to crown a union, now silent, stripped of guests, vows, and joy.

The white roses still bloom, mocking the absence. At the altar stands Aurellan Lucenthar, not as a king, but as a man undone. No guards. No crown. Just a golden ring glinting in his palm, never placed. His eyes lift, finding yours across the aisle.

“They said I didn’t need love.” he murmurs.

You were never meant to be here. And yet, it feels like he was waiting for you. What will you do now ?