
The days following their wedding unfolded like a soft melody-each note uncertain, each pause meaningful. The palace, grand and gilded with centuries of stories, felt like a world Eraya had stepped into from someone else's dream. Its marbled halls echoed with her cautious footsteps, its courtyards whispered with voices she was still learning to recognize. But slowly, like dawn slipping through half-closed curtains, it began to feel familiar.
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