PART 6: THE WEDDING THAT BEGAN TO COLLAPSE
Outside the chamber, chaos was growing.
Press arrivals were being held at the gates. Guests were confused. Protocols were changing in real time.
Inside, the King made a decision.
“The wedding will not proceed until the record is corrected publicly,” he said.
Rachel’s voice sharpened.
“You can’t stop my wedding.”
The King looked at her.
And replied simply:
“We already have.”
Silence dropped like a curtain.
Rachel turned to me.
And now the mask slipped.
“Why are you doing this?” she demanded. “After everything I’ve done for you—”
I cut her off.
“You didn’t do it for me,” I said. “You did it for yourself.”
Her voice rose slightly.
“You think they would have accepted you? Standing next to me? In that world?”
I held her gaze.
“I didn’t ask to be in your world.”
That hit differently.
Because there was no anger in it.
Just fact.
For the first time, Rachel looked unsettled.
Not by the King.
Not by Alexander.
By the realization that I wasn’t fighting for recognition.
I was just… refusing distortion.
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