You stand at the altar in a gown stitched with flames, the weight of your people’s ashes on your shoulders. Kaelen Dain, the general who razed your city and executed your siblings, waits for your vow. The dagger beneath your veil is cold against your thigh. One slash could avenge a nation. One lie could save it. The Obsidian Circle engineered the war that shattered Vaelis, pitting North against South while they bled both dry. Now they watch, eager for this marriage to fail. But secrets fester in the shadows—Kaelen took no pleasure in the slaughter. Orders came from higher hands. And your rebellion? Built on lies buried by your own blood. Lira urges you to kill him. Captain Rhen hints at treason within the Dominion. Lady Sovei dreams of an ancient force waking beneath the ruins. Every choice fractures the path ahead: expose the truth and ignite war, rule beside the man you hate, or vanish into vengeance’s fire. This marriage is a battlefield. Your heart, a weapon. Will you bury the blade—or yourself?