The world held its breath that day.
From the bustling streets of Star City to the lavish palaces of Aravia, every screen, every broadcast, every heart was tuned to one event—
The Royal Wedding of Queen Amelia White and Prince Alexander.
The grand cathedral, a masterpiece of timeless architecture, stood adorned with a million fresh lilies—Amelia's favorite flower.
Golden ribbons flowed down the towering marble columns, and the air was thick with the scent of wealth, power… and untouchable elegance.
As the massive cathedral doors opened, the entire crowd gasped.
Amelia stood at the entrance, her figure glowing under the filtered sunlight.
She wore a gown unlike any the world had ever seen—embroidered entirely with diamonds and white sapphires, the fabric flowing behind her like a river of starlight.
Her delicate hands held a bouquet of pure white lilies.
Her head held high, her expression regal and serene, her lips curving into a soft, breathtaking smile.
Every step she took down the aisle was a declaration.
She had survived the storms. She had conquered the pain.
And now, she was walking toward the life she had always deserved.
At the altar stood Prince Alexander, the perfect picture of nobility.
Dressed in a custom ceremonial uniform adorned with royal insignias, his eyes never left her as she approached.
Aiden and Aaron, dressed in tailored suits as the ceremony's official witnesses, stood proudly by their mother's side.
Their little sister, the princess of the royal family, served as the flower girl, scattering white petals across the aisle as Amelia walked her final path toward freedom.
As she reached the altar, Alexander gently took her hand, his voice a low whisper.
"You're even more beautiful than I imagined."
Amelia smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears—but this time, tears of joy.
The priest raised his hands, his voice echoing across the grand cathedral.
"Today, before the eyes of the world, we witness a love that has conquered every trial. A queen who found her crown not through a man, but by standing tall on her own. And a prince wise enough to kneel before that strength."
Outside the cathedral, the streets erupted in celebration.
Millions of people cheered as the royal guards paraded through the city, the skies filled with golden fireworks.
But high above, from the shadows of the bell tower…
A faint, fading presence stood unseen, watching.
Ethan Blake's spirit—torn and broken, unable to pass on—stood silently, his translucent form hidden among the ancient stones.
His eyes followed her every step, his heart echoing with the final realization.
He had lost her.
Forever.
As the vows were spoken, his vision blurred.
Her words—soft but powerful—echoed through the cathedral, sealing his fate.
"With this vow, I leave the past behind me. And I step into the future with the man who truly knows my worth."
The final blow.
As the royal kiss sealed their marriage, Ethan's fading soul turned to ash, dissolving into the wind.
His last whisper lost to time—
"Goodbye… Amelia…"