Three nights before the wedding, the sky over Valerian was adorned with sparkling stars, seemingly indifferent to the unease filling Raviena's heart. In the stillness of the night, she left her room, trying to escape the burdens chasing her thoughts. Her footsteps were slow as she wandered through the quiet yet beautiful palace garden, the faint scent of roses lingering in the air.
In the middle of the garden, under the moonlight, she saw Solaris standing at the edge of the pond. His reflection shimmered on the water's surface, emanating an unusual sense of solitude. Raviena hesitated but felt compelled to approach, driven by a need to understand the man who was soon to be her husband.
"Solaris," Raviena called softly.
Solaris turned, gazing at Raviena with eyes that held a depth difficult to decipher, as though concealing something more profound. For a moment, he said nothing, letting the quiet of the night speak for itself. But finally, he spoke in a calm voice, "Couldn't sleep, Raviena?"
Raviena nodded, her eyes fixed on the pond rather than on Solaris. "Another nightmare," she admitted quietly. "It keeps returning. About a man… dying in front of me. I don't know what it means, but it feels so real."
Solaris watched Raviena, listening with genuine patience. "Your power might be trying to show you something," he said after a moment. "Dreams like that, for someone with abilities like yours, are rarely just dreams. They carry messages."
Raviena flinched at his words. She knew her powers were unique, but she had never linked them to the haunting dreams. "What message? I don't even know who that man is."
Solaris turned his gaze to the sky, as though searching for answers in the stars. "That's what you need to find out. But first, you must come to terms with your power, Raviena. It's not something you can ignore or run from. You need to master it."
Raviena felt her chest tighten at his words. "I never asked for this power, Solaris. I never asked for this marriage. All of this is just weighing me down. Why do you—why does everyone—keep saying I have to accept something I never wanted?"
Solaris sighed, his gaze returning to hers, softer than before. "I understand your frustration. But believe it or not, I didn't choose to be here either. I'm just fulfilling the duty that was given to me."
"So, to you, this is just a duty?" Raviena asked, her voice edged with hurt.
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Solaris hesitated, then spoke carefully. "It started as a duty. A responsibility I couldn't refuse. But as I learned more about you—about your strength and your potential—I realized it was more than that. This isn't just about duty anymore, Raviena."
Raviena scoffed softly, crossing her arms. "Potential? Everyone keeps talking about my so-called 'potential.' You think I haven't heard that from my father, the court, and even myself? What potential am I supposed to fulfill when I'm constantly being told what to do? What to become?"
Solaris took a step closer, his voice steady and firm. "Your potential isn't for others to decide, Raviena. But it's a force that will grow with or without your guidance. If you let it grow wild, it could consume you. That's why I'm here—to ensure it doesn't destroy you or anyone around you."
His words struck a chord deep within Raviena. For a moment, she looked away, unable to meet his penetrating gaze. "You think I'm dangerous?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Solaris didn't waver. "I think you're powerful. And power that isn't understood or controlled can be dangerous. Not just to others—but to yourself."
The silence that followed was heavy. Raviena's mind spun with emotions—anger, doubt, and a faint glimmer of something she couldn't quite name. She wanted to refute Solaris's words, to lash out and reject his perspective, but she couldn't shake the feeling that, on some level, he was right.
Finally, she turned back to him, her voice softer now. "And what about you, Solaris? Why are you willing to carry this burden? To tie yourself to me—to my chaos?"
Solaris held her gaze, his expression unreadable yet honest. "Because I've seen what happens when people with power are left to fend for themselves. And because I believe you're worth protecting, Raviena. Not because you're weak, but because you're strong enough to face what's ahead—if you let yourself."
Raviena felt a lump rise in her throat. She wanted to deny his words, to push him away, but something about the sincerity in his voice made her pause. "I don't know if I can," she admitted quietly. "I don't know if I'm ready."
Solaris's expression softened further. "You don't have to be ready today. But you can't turn away from this forever. When the time comes, I'll be there to help you stand, no matter what."
With that, he stepped back, giving Raviena space to process his words. The tension between them lingered, but it was no longer as sharp. Raviena watched as Solaris turned and began to walk away, his figure blending into the shadows of the garden.
Alone again, Raviena let out a shaky breath, her emotions still swirling like a storm. For the first time, she wondered if this union with Solaris—this path she had been forced onto—might hold something she hadn't yet understood. But the question remained: Could she trust him? Could she trust herself?
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The next day, preparations for the wedding continued in full swing. While the palace buzzed with activity, Raviena kept her distance, choosing solitude over the suffocating presence of others. Her mind lingered on Solaris's words, and despite her attempts to brush them aside, they echoed in her thoughts, unsettling and undeniable.
**Raviena walked slowly through the grand hall that would soon host her wedding.** The space had been lavishly decorated, adorned with fresh flowers, silk curtains, and golden ornaments embellishing the walls. The glow from massive candles reflected light across the room, creating an atmosphere of elegance and celebration. Yet, for Raviena, the hall felt like a prison—its beauty a cruel mockery of her freedom being stripped away.
As she passed rows of perfectly arranged chairs, her gaze caught sight of an unfamiliar figure in the far corner of the room. A woman stood still, clad in a simple brown cloak that covered her almost entirely. Unlike the luxurious attire of the royal staff and guests, the cloak seemed out of place. The woman's hood concealed much of her face, but Raviena could glimpse eyes burning with anger and unspoken emotion.
The stranger's piercing gaze scanned the hall with a sharp intensity, as if she despised the very walls surrounding her. The hatred in her expression was palpable, drawing Raviena's curiosity. Who was this woman, and why did she seem so out of place?
Feeling compelled to confront her, Raviena approached cautiously. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice calm but firm. "I haven't seen you here before."
The woman didn't respond. Her focus remained fixed on the room, her eyes seething with silent fury. Raviena felt a pang of annoyance at being ignored, but her intrigue outweighed her frustration.
"Why are you here?" Raviena tried again, her tone now sharper in an attempt to command attention.
Without a word, the woman turned on her heel and walked briskly toward the exit. Her movements were purposeful, and she left the hall with a grace that belied her anger. Raviena stood frozen, bewildered by the interaction. Who was she? Why did she seem so enraged by the preparations for the wedding?
Before Raviena could dwell further, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. "Raviena?"
She turned to see Aurelian, her steadfast friend, standing near the entrance with his characteristic gentle smile. His eyes, however, betrayed a hint of concern. "What are you doing here alone?" he asked softly, his tone laced with worry. "You seem troubled."
Raviena exhaled, relieved by his presence. Aurel was the only person who could bring her even a shred of comfort in moments like these. "I... I just saw someone," she began, her voice faltering slightly. "A woman in a brown cloak. She looked so out of place, and she seemed angry. But when I spoke to her, she didn't say a word. She just left."
Aurelian frowned, his curiosity piqued. "A woman in a brown cloak?" he echoed. "That's strange. I haven't seen anyone like that around the palace. Are you sure she wasn't one of the staff or a guest?"
Raviena shook her head. "No, she didn't look like she belonged here. And her expression... it was filled with hatred, Aurel. I don't know why, but I think it had something to do with the wedding."
Aurelian glanced toward the doorway where Raviena had indicated, but the hall was empty. "That's unsettling," he murmured. "Maybe we should inform the guards to investigate."
Raviena sighed, brushing off the suggestion. "There's no need, Aurel. I doubt she'll come back. But still, I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this than meets the eye."
Aurelian studied her closely, his concern deepening. "I know all of this has been overwhelming for you, Raviena. The wedding, the expectations... it's a lot. But remember, you're not alone in this. I'm here for you."
A small smile tugged at Raviena's lips, though it was tinged with sadness. The mystery of the cloaked woman lingered in her mind, but Aurel's presence gave her a brief respite from the storm inside her. "Thank you, Aurel," she said quietly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Aurelian returned her smile, his eyes warm with reassurance. Yet, he too felt the weight of the impending marriage, knowing there was little he could do to change what was destined to happen.
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Later that evening, Raviena and Aurelian left the grand hall and wandered through the lively streets of the capital. The city had been transformed into a spectacle of light and color in honor of the royal wedding. Lanterns hung above the cobblestone streets, casting a golden glow over the bustling crowds. Stalls lined the roads, offering flowers, sweets, and trinkets to celebrate the joyous occasion. Laughter and music filled the air, creating a stark contrast to the turmoil Raviena felt inside.
Despite the festive atmosphere, Raviena couldn't shake her unease. As they walked, the attention of passersby occasionally drifted toward them, but no one dared approach. The people revered Raviena as their princess, though many harbored a quiet fear of her mysterious powers.
Noticing her silence, Aurelian gently broke the quiet. "You seem distant, Raviena," he said, his tone soft and understanding. "What's on your mind?"
Raviena sighed, her gaze fixed on the glowing lanterns overhead. "Aurel... everything feels wrong," she admitted. "This wedding... it feels like a nightmare I can't wake up from. Every day that passes brings me closer to something I never wanted."
Aurelian listened intently, letting her pour out her frustrations. She continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "I know this marriage is supposed to strengthen the kingdom, but it feels like I'm nothing more than a pawn in their plans. No one cares how I feel. No one asks if I'm ready for this."
Her steps slowed as they approached a quieter part of the city. The laughter and music faded into the distance, leaving only the soft hum of lanterns swaying in the breeze.
"I'm afraid, Aurel," Raviena confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not just of the marriage, but of myself. My powers... what if I can't control them? What if this marriage only makes things worse?"
Aurelian stopped walking and turned to face her. His expression was a mix of empathy and resolve. "Raviena," he said gently, "you're not alone in this. I know it feels like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, but you're stronger than you think. You've faced so much already, and you've survived. You'll survive this too."
Raviena looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "But what if I can't, Aurel? What if I'm not strong enough this time?"
He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Then you'll lean on me," he said firmly. "You don't have to face this alone, Raviena. I'll be here for you, no matter what."
For the first time in days, Raviena felt a flicker of hope. Though the weight of the wedding still loomed over her, Aurel's unwavering support reminded her that she didn't have to carry it alone.
"Thank you, Aurel," she whispered, her voice steadying. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
As they resumed their walk, the lanterns above seemed to glow a little brighter. Yet, even as Raviena drew comfort from Aurelian's presence, the shadow of the mysterious woman and the uncertain future of her marriage lingered in the depths of her mind.
Raviena continued to lie awake in her bed, the stillness of the night offering no reprieve from her restless thoughts. The weight of the approaching day bore down on her, filling her with a deep sense of dread. She knew that once the morning sun rose, the wheels of her fate would be set in motion, and there would be no turning back.
She sat up, her hands clutching the edges of her blanket as she gazed out the window. The faint glow of the city lights outside cast soft shadows on the walls of her room, but even their gentle illumination felt oppressive. Raviena's chest tightened as the memories of Solaris' harsh words resurfaced in her mind, mingling with the overwhelming uncertainty of what lay ahead.
Her fingers brushed against the pendant around her neck—a small token from her late mother, one of the few pieces of comfort she still held onto. She gripped it tightly, as though hoping to draw strength from the memory of a time when life felt simpler, freer.
A quiet knock at her door startled her, breaking the suffocating silence of the room. Raviena tensed, unsure of who it could be at such a late hour. For a moment, she considered ignoring it, but something compelled her to rise and answer.
When she opened the door, she was surprised to find Solaris standing there. His expression was calm, but his presence exuded an intensity that made Raviena's heart race—not from fear, but from the sheer weight of his gaze. The flickering light of the torches in the hallway illuminated his sharp features, casting shadows that made him seem both enigmatic and unyielding.
"Solaris?" Raviena's voice was quiet but edged with confusion. "What are you doing here?"
Solaris didn't answer immediately. Instead, he studied her face, as though searching for something unspoken. Finally, he broke the silence, his tone unusually soft. "I wanted to speak with you, away from everyone else."
Raviena frowned slightly, unsure of what to make of his sudden visit. "At this hour? Why?"
Solaris hesitated, a rare moment of vulnerability flashing across his face before his usual composure returned. "Because I know what tomorrow means for you, and I know how much you're struggling with it."
Raviena crossed her arms, leaning slightly against the doorframe. "And what exactly do you expect me to say, Solaris? That I'm thrilled about being forced into a marriage I never wanted? That I'm ready to throw away my freedom for the sake of political alliances?"
Solaris sighed, his gaze unwavering. "No, I don't expect you to say that. But I do expect you to understand that this isn't just about politics or alliances. It's about something much larger—your safety, your power, and the role you're destined to play."
Raviena's eyes narrowed, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "Destined? Do you even hear yourself? You talk about my life as if it's nothing more than a piece in some grand chess game. But this is my life, Solaris. My choices, my future. Why should I have to sacrifice everything just to fit into a plan I never agreed to?"
Solaris stepped closer, his voice steady but firm. "Because your power is not something you can handle alone, Raviena. You may not see it yet, but you're standing on the edge of something far greater than yourself. If that power goes unchecked, it could destroy everything you care about."
Raviena shook her head, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and despair. "You sound just like my father. Do you even care about what I want, or are you just here to make sure I don't become a threat?"
Solaris didn't flinch at her words. Instead, he met her gaze with an intensity that left her momentarily breathless. "I care more than you realize, Raviena. But caring doesn't mean letting you walk a path that will lead to ruin. I may not have chosen this marriage either, but I'll do everything in my power to ensure you don't lose yourself in all of this."
For a moment, Raviena was at a loss for words. The sincerity in Solaris' voice caught her off guard, chipping away at the walls of resentment she had built around herself. Yet, her doubts and fears remained.
"I don't know if I can trust you," she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know if I can trust anyone anymore."
Solaris took another step closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Then don't trust me. Trust yourself. Trust the strength I know you have, even if you don't see it yet."
Raviena's breath hitched as his words sank in, stirring something deep within her—a spark of determination buried beneath layers of doubt. She looked away, unable to hold his piercing gaze any longer.
"I need time," she said finally, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.
Solaris nodded, his expression unreadable. "You'll have it. But remember, Raviena—you're not alone in this."
Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving Raviena standing in the doorway, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and resolve. As she closed the door and returned to her bed, she felt a flicker of something unfamiliar—hope, perhaps, or the beginning of a new resolve.
Tomorrow loomed ahead, but for the first time, she felt a sliver of strength stirring within her. What lay beyond the wedding was uncertain, but Raviena vowed to face it on her own terms, no matter the cost.