The journey from the cliffside wedding pavilion back to the master penthouse was a quiet, breathless procession through a fortress that felt enchanted. The stone corridors of the High Keep were deserted, the domestic staff and guests remaining in the Great Hall below where the wedding feast continued long into the night. Soft beeswax candles in wrought-iron wall sconces illuminated the ancient porphyry arches, casting warm, dancing shadows across their…
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