00:00Lyra stood in my moon silk gown. Her veil lowered. A single corner of the fabric bore a faint smear
00:06of my blood. She could only see her own feet. But I had arrived first. I could see him clearly,
00:12the one who should have been mine. His robes were the red of blazing fire. His silver hair fell
00:17unbound to his ankles. A golden fox mask covered his face, leaving only his eyes exposed. Jade
00:24green, lucid, and still. He tensed, turned toward me, but Lyra caught his hand.
00:33Phaelan, I am frightened. Her voice was honeyed, trembling. I remembered the voice she had used
00:39when I lay dying in the palanquin. Alera, you are plain and dull and can't even finish a sentence.
00:45If your own parents don't love you, why would the Fae King? Only I deserve to be his wife,
00:50my unwedded husband. His name was Violent Nightwale. Violent withdrew his gaze.
00:56Don't be afraid. I am here. Through the veil, Lyra's eyes glimmered. Her cheeks flushed. They
01:03bowed before heaven and earth. Valen Nightwale and Alara Vos, may this union endure. May this bond
01:10hold till silver turns to white. Golden script flared in the air. The blood pact my father had
01:16signed. But the light did not fade. The pact did not settle. A crack of thunder split the air and
01:21slammed into the candles on the altar. Even Lyra, so confident a moment before, went rigid with terror.
01:28Speaker 3
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