Chapter 82 Vows Of Power

• The grand hall was alive with a hum of energy, a strange mixture of anxiety and anticipation. Guests lined the aisles, their whispers like faint rustling leaves, each moment dragging its own weight. The chandeliers above cast golden halos, their light shimmering off the marble floors, illuminating faces that once seemed so distant, now encroaching on Alexander's own fragile sense of calm.
• The wedding had gone off without a hitch, and yet Alexander felt the weight of it all settle in his chest like a stone. He stood beside Dysis at the altar, his body rigid, as if he was preparing for the blow of an unseen weapon. His tuxedo clung perfectly to his muscular frame, the dark fabric absorbing the light, leaving him in an almost shadowed state. Every inch of him seemed calculated, controlled, yet something inside him was fraying, stretching thin like the seams of his coat. His icy-blue eyes, usually cold and unreadable, now flickered with something he couldn't quite name. His gaze kept drifting to Dysis, the woman who had once been a complication in his life, now the center of it.
• Dysis was a strikingly beautiful young woman, her smooth, creamy skin glowing like honey under sunlight, radiating both warmth and effortless allure. Her body was a living masterpiece—every curve sculpted with divine precision, each movement a dance of grace and quiet power. Her hips swayed with an intoxicating rhythm as she walked, commanding attention without a word.