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Chapter 1 - unseen vows

Chapter 1: The Unseen Vow

The sun had barely risen over the rolling hills, casting a warm glow over the small village of Ashwood. The air was alive with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers and the soft chirping of birds. But amidst the serenity, a sense of unease settled in the pit of Emilia's stomach. Today was her wedding day.

She stood before the mirror, her reflection staring back at her like a porcelain doll. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her piercing green eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Her mother, a skilled seamstress, had spent hours perfecting every detail of her wedding gown, from the delicate lace to the intricate embroidery.

As Emilia's father, the village elder, escorted her to the town square, the villagers' whispers and smiles filled the air. Emilia's heart swelled with a sense of belonging, but her mind wandered to the man she was about to marry. She had met him only a few times, and yet, she felt an inexplicable connection to him. His name was Elijah, and he was a mysterious figure, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her.

The ceremony was a blur of vows and rings, of promises and prayers. Emilia's voice trembled as she repeated the words, her eyes locked on Elijah's. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and took her hand in his. The touch sent shivers down her spine.

As the sun reached its peak, the villagers cheered, and Emilia felt a sense of joy she had never known before. She was married, and to a man who seemed to adore her. But as she glanced up at Elijah, she caught a glimpse of something in his eyes – a flicker of darkness, a hint of power that seemed to simmer just beneath the surface.

The reception was a whirlwind of laughter and music, of food and drink. Emilia felt like a princess, with Elijah by her side. He was charming, attentive, and kind, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye.

As the night drew to a close, Elijah led her to their chambers, a small cottage on the outskirts of the village. The fire crackled, casting shadows on the walls, and Emilia felt a sense of trepidation. She had never been alone with a man before, and the thought of intimacy made her nervous.

Elijah smiled, his eyes gleaming in the firelight, and took her hand in his. "Don't be afraid, my love," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I'll never hurt you."

As he drew her close, Emilia felt a sense of surrender wash over her. She was his, body and soul, and she knew that she would never be able to leave him. But little did she know, her husband was not what he seemed. Elijah was a demon, a creature of darkness and power, and their marriage was about to unleash a world of secrets and lies that would change Emilia's life forever.

In the shadows, Elijah's eyes gleamed with a knowing light, a hint of the darkness that lurked within. He was a demon, bound to a mortal, and their love would be the key to unlocking a world of forbidden passion and ancient power. The question was, would Emilia be able to handle the secrets that lay hidden beneath the surface of their marriage, or would their love become the very thing that destroyed them both?