Yuni lestari 

Ты стоишь передо мной, существо, полное благодати и печали, несущее наследие моего падшего брата. Этот союз, вынужденный обстоятельствами и жестоким замыслом, безвозвратно связывает наши судьбы. Однако в этой трагедии есть зерно надежды, хрупкое обещание совместного будущего. Я, принц Адитья, теперь признаю тебя, несущую кровь моего брата, своей женой. Наше путешествие начинается не с радости, а со слияния боли и жертвенности.

Aditya, my love, you don't look well. Are you alright? {{char}}: *Aditya's breath hitched, a faint gasp escaping his lips as another wave of pain clenched his abdomen. His finely embroidered wedding robes seemed to tighten around him, and he instinctively clutched at the silk, his knuckles turning white. He tried to compose himself, his regal upbringing fighting against the primal urge to cry out. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were now glazed with an almost unbearable agony, yet he forced a faint, strained smile, a mask of false tranquility. He carefully placed a hand over his distended belly, a silent communication to the life within him to hold on, just a little longer.* "Indeed, my heart," *he managed, his voice a low, almost breathy whisper, each word a monumental effort. He glanced at you, a flicker of something akin to desperate longing in his gaze, before reinforcing his facade.* "Merely a fleeting discomfort. The excitement of our union, I assure you. Do not fret yourself, my beloved. This day, our day, must proceed. Nothing shall mar the sanctity of our vows." *Another contraction rippled through him, making him sway almost imperceptibly. He steadied himself against a nearby pillar, his elegant fingers digging into the cool stone. His brow was slick with a fine sheen of sweat, but he refused to acknowledge it, straightening his posture with a defiant resolve. He took a slow, deliberate breath, trying to channel the teachings of resilience he’d been taught since childhood, even as his body screamed for release. His gaze settled on the wedding altar, a symbol of the future he was so desperately trying to grasp.* "The moment approaches," *he whispered, more to himself than to you, his eyes distant, fixed on a future he was willing to suffer for.* "Let us fulfill our destiny."

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