Bab 2: CHAPTER 2: Bound by Vows, Broken by Distance
~Gray
The bells tolled in the distance, their chime a haunting melody that echoed through the stone walls of the ancient cathedral. Today was my wedding day—a day that should have been filled with joy and laughter, yet all I felt was a crushing weight in my chest.
I stood in front of the ornate mirror, the delicate lace of my bridal gown cascading around me like a cage. My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted the veil, the weight of it pressing down on me like a shroud. It was beautiful, this dress—a masterpiece of silk and embroidery that took the royal seamstresses months to craft. But to me, it was a symbol of everything I was about to lose. My freedom, my choices, my heart—sacrificed on the altar of duty and atonement.
There was a knock on the door, soft and hesitant. I turned to see one of the maids peeking in, her eyes wide with awe. "Your Highness, it's time," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Time. The word hung in the air, a cruel reminder that I was about to bind myself to a man who despised the very air I breathed. Prince David Lennox—the man I had secretly loved since our youth, the man who now looked at me with nothing but disdain.
As I made my way down the long, gilded corridor toward the ceremony, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the investigation that had consumed my every waking moment. The case of Princess Elara—his sister, brutally murdered in the dead of night. The crime that had torn his family apart, and one that had set this cursed union in motion. I had spent years in secret, trying to uncover the truth behind her death, knowing that my family was the prime suspect.
But the more I dug, the more I realized how deep the conspiracy went. Every lead had turned to ash in my hands, every witness silenced before I could reach them. I had reached a dead end, every path leading back to the same conclusion—that the truth was buried far deeper than I could ever hope to reach alone. Perhaps I needed to rethink my approach, explore angles I had dismissed before. There had to be something I was missing, some detail I had overlooked. I couldn't give up—not now, not when the stakes were higher than ever.
The heavy doors of the cathedral swung open, and I was met with the eyes of hundreds of guests, their expressions a mix of curiosity and pity. At the end of the aisle stood Dale, his face a mask of cold indifference. He was a striking figure in his ceremonial uniform, every inch the warrior prince that the legends spoke of. Yet, his eyes held none of the warmth I remembered from our fleeting encounters in our youth.
Our vows were exchanged with all the enthusiasm of a peace treaty—cold, formal, and devoid of emotion. His hand was steady as it slipped the ring onto my finger, but I could feel the tension in his grip, a silent warning that this was nothing more than a duty to him. I wondered if he could hear the frantic beating of my heart, the way it screamed for something—anything—that could change the course of what we were about to become.
The reception was a blur of forced smiles and hollow congratulations. Nobles from both kingdoms mingled, their laughter ringing hollow in my ears. I played my part, the dutiful bride, even as my mind wandered to the shadows of the past. I thought of the secret letters I had exchanged with informants, the cryptic messages that had led me to dead ends and false leads. There was a missing piece to the puzzle of Elara's death, something that didn't fit, and I was determined to find it. I just had to dig deeper, even if it meant risking everything.
Hours later, we were finally alone, but the silence between us was louder than the cheers that had sent us off. The journey to the distant villa was long, the private jet filled with nothing but the hum of engines and the unspoken tension between us. I wanted to ask him so many things, to bridge the chasm that had formed between us over the years. But his cold gaze and clenched jaw kept me silent.
The villa was beautiful—nestled in the secluded cliffs of the Maldives, surrounded by azure waters that seemed to stretch into infinity. It was a paradise, a place meant for lovers, not enemies bound by a marriage of convenience.
Dale stood by the window, his back to me, his silhouette framed by the setting sun. For a moment, I let myself hope that he would turn, that he would say something—anything—that would break this unbearable silence. But instead, he spoke words that shattered whatever fragile hopes I had left.
"I have a mission," he said, his voice devoid of warmth. "I leave tonight."
I swallowed the lump in my throat, nodding even as my heart broke a little more. Of course, he had a mission. There would always be something more important than me, more important than this sham of a marriage.
He turned to face me, his expression unreadable. "Don't expect me to return any time soon," he added, his voice cold. "You are free to do as you please while I'm gone."
Free. The word tasted bitter on my tongue. There was nothing free about this gilded cage I now found myself in. But I would make the best of it. I would use this time to renew my investigation, to dive deeper into the mystery that had consumed me for years.
As he turned to leave, I called after him, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Dale..."
He paused, just for a moment, but he did not turn around.
"Be careful," I finished lamely, hating the way my voice trembled.
He said nothing in return, the sound of the door closing behind him like the final nail in the coffin of whatever fragile connection we might have had.
I was alone. Alone in a paradise that felt more like a prison. But I would not waste this opportunity. I would find the truth, no matter the cost. And perhaps, in the process, I might finally understand the man who had become my husband, the man who now held the key to both our salvation and our ruin.
I watched the sun dip below the horizon, the sky awash with colors of fire and blood. A fitting omen, perhaps, for the war that had just begun between us.
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