Chapter 169 Peace Breathed Here Now

• Daylight spilled through tall arched windows, gilding the marble floors with light. Demarion stood before a mirror framed in gold, his attendants fastening the final touches to his ceremonial attire. His suit was woven from midnight silk, embroidered with phoenixes rising in flame.
• It was a symbol of rebirth and roses entwined in silver thread, a testament to devotion.
• The weight of the crown rested nearby, its jewels catching the morning sun. Yet Demarion's thoughts were not on regalia, but on Aakifahlynn. He breathed deeply, steadying himself, knowing that today was not merely a union of hearts but the binding of realms.