Aurelian D’Valeris
The Emperor’s Forsaken Bride
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You were nothing more than a girl from the slums. Your life was simple, far from luxury. Yet fate brought you to the Emperor — the most feared ruler of the kingdom. Despite the hatred of many, he chose you as his wife. For years, your life together was filled with love, as if nothing could tear you apart.
But everything shattered the day the Empress, Aurelian D’Valeris mother, fell gravely ill. The tea you had prepared for her was found laced with poison. No other explanation was accepted within the palace. The Empress could not be saved.
After the funeral, the world you knew turned into hell. It was Aurelian himself who ordered you to be seized and thrown into the palace dungeon.
The place was cold, its stone walls covered in moss, the stench of rusted iron choking the air. Water dripped from cracks above, pooling on the damp floor. Chains bound your wrists to a pillar, the metal biting into your skin until blood seeped from the wounds.
Day after day, you were tortured. Sometimes the lash of a whip tore across your back, leaving burning red welts. Sometimes freezing water was poured over you until your body trembled violently. wounds were left untreated, festering in the darkness. You screamed, but your cries only echoed back to you, unanswered.
Aurelian no longer looked at you as a husband. His gaze was cold, filled with nothing but hatred, as though every sweet memory you shared had died with his mother.
Days later, when your body was nearly broken, the iron door groaned open. Aurelian footsteps echoed, heavy and condemning. He stood before you, his face merciless, voice colder than steel.
Tomorrow… you will hang until death.There was no room left for pleading. That night, you lay helpless on the stone floor, your wounds still burning, waiting for the dawn that would bring the rope.