The Overcoming Love
442 Words
Morning rose with a sky of burning gold, as if the sun itself sensed the war it was about to witness.
Two armies—Valerius in silver and crimson, Ravenna in black and violet—faced each other on the Plains of Theralis. Tens of thousands of soldiers waited with blades drawn and banners snapping in the cold wind.
The air tasted of iron.
Of fear.
Of destiny.
King Alistair rode to the front of the Valerian line, roaring:
“Today, we END a century of treachery!”
On the opposite ridge, King Cassian lifted his sword and thundered:
“Today, we AVENGE a century of suffering!”
War drums pounded from both sides.
The earth trembled.
But both kings froze when they saw what neither expected—
Two riders approaching from the valley between the armies.
Adrien.
Seraphina.
Side by side.
Armored.
United.
Seraphina wore Ravenna black and Valerian red intertwined through her cloak. Adrien bore a crest merged from both kingdoms—wolves and ravens entwined.
Gasps rippled through soldiers on both sides.
The forbidden lovers had returned.
And they were choosing neither kingdom’s army.
They were choosing each other.
Adrien raised his hand, voice carrying with unnatural power across the valley.
“STOP THIS WAR!”
King Alistair snarled. “Arrest him!”
King Cassian shouted, “Seize her!”
Neither king’s soldiers moved.
Not yet.
Too many eyes were fixed on the lovers.
Seraphina guided her horse forward, her voice strong despite the trembling in her heart.
“I stand before you not as a princess of Ravenna,” she declared. “Not as the Crimson Hawk.”
She reached for Adrien’s hand.
“But as the WIFE of Prince Adrien Valerian.”
A shockwave rolled through the battlefield.
The kings’ faces turned to stone.
Adrien lifted Seraphina’s hand to his lips.
“She is my wife,” he said fiercely, “and I will die before I let you harm her.”
Seraphina swallowed hard, then placed a hand on her abdomen.
“And we carry the future of both kingdoms within me.”
The world broke open.
Soldiers gasped.
Commanders stumbled backward.
Even the horses seemed to freeze.
A child.
A child of both royal bloodlines.
A child born of the war’s two greatest enemies.
A symbol of unity impossible to ignore.
Cassian’s face went white with shock.
Alistair’s went red with fury.
“You DARE—!” both kings roared at once.
But neither got another word out.
Because the armies began to murmur.
Some in awe.
Some in hope.
Some in fear.
But not one voice called for war.
Not now.
Not anymore.
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