
White petals turn to black thorns, the wedding altar a hunting ground built to harvest my innate sacred blessing. My elven prince fiancé holds his pregnant lover and sneers he only marries me to nourish her baby with my power. I struggle and scream, yet they pin me to cold stone, tear the golden Life Dew from my chest, and siphon my soul with the Iron Crown. Broken and defeated, I crumple as they mock that no one will desire me again.
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