On the eve of the wedding day, as the moon bathed the world in its soft glow, Rowan and I find ourselves standing by the castle's rose garden. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, their delicate petals mirroring the fragile state of our forbidden love. The garden seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the gravity of our emotions. "I cannot bear the thought of you being in his arms, Mo Grá." He whispers, his voice laced with a mixture of longing and desperation. "Nor can I," I admit honestly, shuddering at the thought. He reaches out and gently cups my face. "I would give up everything for you if I could," his voice filled with raw intensity. "My title, my honor, my very life." "And I would do the same," I whisper, my voice choked with emotion. "I wish it were that simple. Perhaps, one day, together we could defy the expectations placed upon us and forge our own destiny. The wedding day had come and I would endure, but our love would remain untainted, waiting for the day when we could finally be free.
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