The cathedral felt more like a tomb than a sanctuary. Elara stood at the altar, the heavy silk of her ivory gown weighing her down as if it were forged of lead. Beside her stood Count Valerius—a man with eyes like polished flint and a reputation for ruthlessness that stretched across the Three Kingdoms.
He was her sister’s betrothed. Or he had been, until her sister vanished into the night with a common soldier, leaving Elara to pay the debt of a broken alliance. chuzhaia nevesta kniga skachat
Valerius didn’t look at the priest. His gaze remained fixed on Elara, sharp and unreadable. "I take the bride the House of Thorne provides," he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. The cathedral felt more like a tomb than a sanctuary
The following is a story draft inspired by the themes often found in "Chuzhaia Nevesta" (The Foreign Bride) romances. The Unwilling Vow He was her sister’s betrothed