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Two Weeks Before the Wedding – A Demon's Struggle
Modred had faced countless enemies, survived the bloodiest battles, and carved his name into history with his sword.
Yet nothing—not war, not death, not the gods themselves—had prepared him for this.
He sat in the tavern across from Premiere, arms crossed, his face as cold as ever. But beneath his hardened exterior, he was struggling.
Premiere, leaning back in his chair, took a long drag from his oversized cigarette before exhaling with a smirk. "So, you came to me for advice on women."
Modred nodded once.
The old man grinned so hard it looked painful. "The Demon of Astria, the cold-blooded Valkary captain, is nervous about his wife-to-be?" He threw his head back and howled with laughter.
Modred sat motionless. "Are you done?"
Premiere wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, not even close, brat."
Modred exhaled slowly through his nose. This had been a mistake.
Premiere finally leaned forward, resting an elbow on the table. "Alright, listen up. Women? They're unpredictable. You can conquer cities, but you'll never conquer a woman's heart if you go in with your usual murder-face."
Modred narrowed his eyes. "I do not have a 'murder-face.'"
"You absolutely do." Premiere smirked. "Try smiling once in a while. It won't kill you. Probably."
Modred did not smile.
Premiere chuckled and leaned back. "But seriously, kid. Treat her with respect. Be direct. Women don't like hesitation. And most importantly… try not to scare her on the wedding night."
Modred's eye twitched.
"I am leaving."
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Flustered Modred – The Most Unprepared Groom in History
The next few days only made things worse.
Lucan smirked. "Just nod at everything she says. Works every time."
Fenrick shrugged. "If she gets mad, fight her. That's how warriors bond."
Draven, his best man, clapped him on the shoulder. "Just don't screw up. If you do, I'm stealing your wedding feast."
Xeraniel, ever the lunatic, whispered, "Remember, Modred. Marriage is just another battlefield. Outmaneuver her. Dominate her."
Jean and Aiden? Laughing in the background. Useless.
By the time Modred walked out of the palace, he was certain of one thing—this was worse than any war.
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Four Days Before the Wedding – Aisha's Tears
Modred had expected many things before his wedding.
He hadn't expected to find Aisha standing alone, trembling, tears streaking down her face.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes brimming with emotions he couldn't place.
"You're getting married?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
Modred remained still.
Aisha took a shaky breath. "Why… why didn't you tell me? Why did I have to hear it from someone else?"
Modred finally spoke. "Would it have changed anything?"
Aisha flinched. "Of course it would have."
She wiped at her eyes, but more tears fell. "You were the only person I ever… trusted." Her voice cracked. "And now, you're leaving me behind?"
For the first time in years, Modred hesitated.
Then, slowly, he reached forward and placed his hand on her head.
Aisha's breath caught.
"I am not leaving you." His voice was calm, steady, yet… softer than usual.
Aisha stared at him, stunned.
Modred's crimson eyes burned into hers. "One day… I will marry you too. That's a promise."
A single tear slipped down her cheek.
Then—she threw herself into his arms, sobbing into his chest.
Modred let her.
And for the first time, he held her close.
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The Wedding Day – Fire and Ice
The palace was alive with celebration.
Draven, standing beside Modred as Best Man, nudged him. "Try not to look like you're at an execution."
Modred ignored him.
Then—she entered.
Seraphina was stunning.
Her crimson and gold gown flowed like fire, her orange eyes burning yet soft, full of emotion.
For the first time in his life, Modred was caught off guard.
She was beautiful.
The ceremony began.
And then—her vows.
Seraphina's cheeks were red as she spoke.
"I… I promise to be by your side, no matter what. Even if you're cold, even if you don't say much… I'll understand. So—so don't push me away, okay?"
Her voice was small, yet powerful.
Modred stared at her, something shifting deep inside him.
Then, before he could react—she kissed him.
The world stopped.
Then—cheers erupted.
Jean whistled. Luna elbowed Dante.
"See? Even a demon can be tamed."
Dante scoffed. "This isn't romance. This is just another war."
But when Luna took his hand, he didn't pull away.
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The Wedding Party – The Queen Strikes
The reception was wild.
Then—the Queen struck.
She leaned in, smiling sweetly at Seraphina, and casually dropped the bomb.
"So, when will you two start making children?"
Seraphina choked on her wine.
"M-MOTHER!"
Modred blinked, unsure how to respond.
Jean and Aiden collapsed laughing.
Dante smirked at Luna. "See? War never ends."
Seraphina hid her face in her hands.
The Queen sipped her drink innocently.
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Under the Starlit Sky – A Moment of Peace
Later that night, after the chaos had settled, Modred and Seraphina stood outside, beneath the endless sky.
She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
The stars stretched above them, vast and infinite.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
Then, Seraphina whispered.
"I didn't think you'd go through with it."
Modred exhaled. "Neither did I."
She laughed softly, squeezing his hand.
"Are you happy?"
Modred didn't answer immediately.
Then, he intertwined his fingers with hers.
"I don't know yet." His voice was quiet. "But this… isn't bad."
Seraphina smiled.
And beneath the night sky, the demon and the princess stood together.
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