CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE OF MARRIAGE POLLS, SUSPICIOUS SMILES, AND THE KISS THAT SET

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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
OF MARRIAGE POLLS, SUSPICIOUS SMILES, AND THE KISS THAT SET THE COURT ON FIRE

Riyee's POV

Let me be clear: I did not sign up for this.

The Jail Booth was one thing. Getting rescued by KD? Mildly infuriating. Slightly heartwarming. Whatever.

But being handcuffed againby my own friends—was a whole new level of betrayal.

"Xylia, I swear on your favorite eyeliner—let me go!" I snarled, thrashing as she and Mico's suspiciously coordinated hands snapped cold steel cuffs onto my wrist.

"Too late, Princess," Xylia grinned. "The marriage booth calls."

"Can't we pretend I died in the Jail Booth?"

"Nope. KD saved you, remember? That means you're alive, well, and getting fake-married in approximately three minutes."

"I hate all of you," I muttered as they dragged me across Solencia Courtyard toward the Third Year booth like I was being sacrificed to the gods of romantic comedy.

I tried twisting. Protesting. Using my Very Sharp Words™. Nothing worked.

Until I reached the booth.

And froze.

Oh. You've got to be kidding me.

Inside, under soft string lights and draped white curtains that looked like they were stolen from a budget wedding catalog, stood Khaizer Dylan Dela Vega.

Handcuffed.

By Jodie and Errol, who were grinning like devils with glitter.

KD looked like a full public relations nightmare. Sleeves rolled. Blazer sharp. Tie loose enough to ruin lives. He stood cold and composed—until his eyes met mine.

And then—

Something shifted.

Just a flicker. Barely a blink. But I saw it.

Softness. Recognition. Something I didn't have the mental capacity to name right now.

Jodie clapped, stepping into her role like she'd rehearsed it in front of a mirror for hours.

"Today, we honor the results of the school's most scandalous poll!" she declared, flipping her clipboard like a game show host. "Last week, the forum asked: WHO WILL MARRY RIELLE DEL RIO AT THE MARRIAGE BOOTH?"

Behind her, Errol raised a sign, dramatic and laminated:

— Option A: The Ice President
— Option B: The Celestine Prince
— Option C: Me. Obviously. (submitted by Saichel)
— Option D: Whoever survives the battle

"And the winner... with 67% of the vote—THE ICE PRESIDENT!"

Jodie grinned like a fangirl who'd seen the plot twist coming since Chapter One.

"Sorry, Prince Xythe. Looks like canon won."

Wait—what?!

I whipped around.

And there he was.

Xythe.

Leaning on the back wall. Arms crossed. Quiet. Calculating.

Watching me.

His lips curled into a small grin. Not bitter. Not hurt.

Just... knowing.

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