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Chapter 238: v2 - 57: days in passing · Oct 27, 2026

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201 Chapter 201: v2- - 20: his private chambers III 2026-10-27
202 Chapter 202: v2- - 21: choose me, everytime 2026-10-27
203 Chapter 203: v2- - 22: certainty 2026-10-27
204 Chapter 204: v2- - 23: breakfast I 2026-10-27
205 Chapter 205: v2- - 24: breakfast II 2026-10-27
206 Chapter 206: v2- - 25: breakfast III 2026-10-27
207 Chapter 207: v2- - 26: a small packet I 2026-10-27
208 Chapter 208: V2- - 27: a small packet II 2026-10-27
209 Chapter 209: v2- - 28: free to choose 2026-10-27
210 Chapter 210: v2- - 29: the second test I 2026-10-27
211 Chapter 211: v2- - 30: the second test II 2026-10-27
212 Chapter 212: v2- - 31: the second test III 2026-10-27
213 Chapter 213: v2 - 32: the second test IV 2026-10-27
214 Chapter 214: v2- - 33: the second test V 2026-10-27
215 Chapter 215: v2- - 34: The second test VI 2026-10-27
216 Chapter 216: v2- - 35: the third test I 2026-10-27
217 Chapter 217: v2- - 36: the third test II 2026-10-27
218 Chapter 218: v2- - 37: the fourth test 2026-10-27
219 Chapter 219: v2- - 38: the fifth test I 2026-10-27
220 Chapter 220: v2- - 39: the fifth test II 2026-10-27
221 Chapter 221: v2- - 40: the fifth test III 2026-10-27
222 Chapter 222: v2- - 41: aftermath 2026-10-27
223 Chapter 223: v2 - 42: the emperor’s decision I 2026-10-27
224 Chapter 224: v2- - 43: the emperor’s decision II 2026-10-27
225 Chapter 225: v2- - 44: the emperor’s decision III 2026-10-27
226 Chapter 226: v2- - 45: the emperor’s decision IV 2026-10-27
227 Chapter 227: v2- - 46: the emperor’s decision V 2026-10-27
228 Chapter 228: v2- - 47: more than sufficiently 2026-10-27
229 Chapter 229: v2- - 48: morning after I 2026-10-27
230 Chapter 230: V2- - 49: morning after II 2026-10-27
231 Chapter 231: v2 - 50: Morning after III 2026-10-27
232 Chapter 232: v2 - 51: lunch 2026-10-27
233 Chapter 233: v2- - 52: a moment of peace 2026-10-27
234 Chapter 234: v2 - 53: a father’s concern I 2026-10-27
235 Chapter 235: v2 - 54: a father’s concern II 2026-10-27
236 Chapter 236: v2 - 55: a father’s concern III 2026-10-27
237 Chapter 237: v2 - 56: a father’s concern IV 2026-10-27
238 Chapter 238: v2 - 57: days in passing 2026-10-27
239 Chapter 239: v2 - 58: the Imperial wedding 2026-10-27
240 Chapter 240: v3 - 1: the man who survived I 2026-10-27
241 Chapter 241: v3- - 2: the man who survived II 2026-10-27
242 Chapter 242: v3- - 3: the arena I 2026-10-27
243 Chapter 243: v3- - 4: the arena II 2026-10-27
244 Chapter 244: v3 - 5: arena fighters I 2026-10-27
245 Chapter 245: v3- - 6: arena fighters II 2026-10-27
246 Chapter 246: v3- - 7: Arena fighters III 2026-10-27
247 Chapter 247: v3 - 8: The deathly course I 2026-10-27
248 Chapter 248: v3- - 9: the deathly course II 2026-10-27
249 Chapter 249: v3 - 10: the deathly course III 2026-10-27
250 Chapter 250: v3 - 11: the deathly course IV 2026-10-27

Chapter 238: v2 Chapter 57: days in passing

The Duke remained in the capital for the days that followed.

There was little else he could do.

The wedding was already in motion, and as Marian’s father, his presence was expected at nearly every stage of the preparations.

He attended the required functions.

Received the endless stream of congratulations.

Spoke with officials.

Met visiting nobles.

And watched, with increasing astonishment, as the fortunes of Valmont seemed to change before his eyes.

It was not dramatic.

There was no proclamation.

No grand imperial favor was announced.

It was simply that things became easier.

A matter that had been awaiting approval for weeks was suddenly resolved.

A request that might once have required repeated correspondence received an answer almost immediately.

Officials who had previously been cautious in their dealings with Valmont became remarkably accommodating.

Old acquaintances who had kept their distance began appearing again.

Some were sincere.

Others were not.

The Duke could tell the difference.

He also understood the reason.

His daughter was going to marry the Emperor.

That alone was enough.

The Duke watched it all with a strange mixture of gratitude and unease.

He could not deny the benefits.

Valmont had suffered for some time.

There were matters that could now be settled with an ease he had almost forgotten existed.

This, then, was the difference between standing within the Emperor’s favor and standing outside it.

The difference was enormous.

And the Duke found himself thinking of Adrian.

A man who could alter the fortunes of an entire house without ever needing to raise his voice.

A man who could make things happen simply because he had decided they should.

The realization did little to ease his mind.

If anything, it made him more conscious of how little power he truly possessed where Marian was concerned.

But whenever he looked at his daughter, all of those calculations became secondary.

She was happy.

That was what mattered.

And there was nothing left for him to change.

So he remained.

He stood beside her when protocol required it.

He watched the preparations unfold.

And he kept his thoughts to himself.

The days passed quickly.

There was barely a moment when Marian was completely free.

The Imperial Household had appointments arranged almost constantly.

There were dress fittings.

Meetings with the ladies responsible for the bridal preparations.

Discussions about the ceremony.

Rehearsals.

Jewelry to be selected.

Documents to be reviewed.

People to meet.

Details to approve.

At times, Marian barely had enough time to eat before someone arrived to tell her she was expected somewhere else.

And yet, somehow, she was happier than she had been in years.

Because in between all of it, there was Adrian.

Their days began to develop a rhythm of their own.

Breakfast together when their schedules allowed it.

A brief walk through the gardens when Marian had an hour between appointments.

Lunches that sometimes lasted only long enough for them to exchange a few words before one of them had to leave again.

Quiet evenings when the palace finally became less frantic.

Sometimes Marian accompanied Adrian while he worked, sitting nearby with her own correspondence or a book while he dealt with matters of state.

Sometimes he would look up from a document and find her watching him.

Sometimes she would catch him doing the same.

There was an ease between them that neither had expected.

They were still not married.

Yet Marian had already begun to feel as though they were.

She had grown accustomed to waking in his chambers.

To seeing him first thing in the morning.

To having his hand find hers when they walked together.

To the quiet kisses exchanged in passing.

To the small domestic habits that seemed to form without either of them deliberately creating them.

Every day brought something new.

A new conversation.

A new discovery.

A new memory.

And Marian was happy.

Completely, almost embarrassingly happy.

Adrian seemed content as well.

He was attentive in ways she had not expected.

He remembered the smallest things she mentioned.

He made time for her even when the demands of the Empire threatened to consume his entire day.

He indulged her more readily than he ever had before.

If she wanted to see something, they went.

If she wanted his company, he gave it.

If she wanted to remain beside him while he worked, he simply allowed her to stay.

There were moments when Marian would look at him and wonder how she had ever imagined that she could live without him.

And Adrian let her wonder.

He watched her happiness quietly.

He watched the way she relaxed around him.

The way she reached for him without hesitation.

The way she spoke of their wedding as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

He gave her no reason to doubt him.

Not now.

If anything, the days seemed to erase the distance that had once existed between them.

Their intimacy changed as well.

They no longer behaved like two people cautiously rediscovering one another.

There was no longer that hesitation.

No longer the uncertainty of where the boundaries lay.

Marian trusted him completely.

And Adrian was careful with that trust.

There were nights when the demands of the coming wedding left them both exhausted, and others when neither wanted to sleep yet because the day had finally given them a quiet hour together.

Their closeness became something natural.

Something Marian no longer questioned.

And with the wedding so near, there was an almost unspoken understanding that certain things could wait.

The wedding night would mark the true beginning of their life as husband and wife.

Marian sometimes wondered what it would feel like to wake beside him afterward, knowing there was no longer any distinction between the life she had before and the life she had chosen.

Soon, there would be none.

Soon, she would be his wife.

And Adrian seemed determined to make the transition as complete as possible.

He did not speak of it often.

He did not need to.

The wedding itself would change everything.

For Marian, those final days felt almost like a beginning.

For Adrian, they were something else as well.

A period of peace.

A period in which he could simply have her beside him without questions, without distance, without anyone standing between them.

The wedding was approaching.

Soon she would be his wife in every sense that mattered.

And Adrian intended to let those remaining days remain exactly as they were.

Happy.

Quiet.

Certain.

At least for now.

By the afternoon before the wedding, the palace had become almost impossible to navigate.

Servants hurried through the corridors.

Officials checked final arrangements.

The last foreign delegations had arrived.

The cathedral had been prepared.

The court was already gathering.

And Marian had one final fitting.

When it was finished, her attendants began gathering her belongings.

She was returning to Valmont.

This time, there was no argument.

It was simply part of the wedding arrangements.

Her gowns were packed.

Her jewelry was carefully secured.

The things she would need for the following morning were sent ahead.

By late afternoon, her carriage was waiting.

Marian stood for a moment before getting inside.

She looked back toward the palace.

She had spent twenty days there.

Twenty days waking beside Adrian.

Twenty days discovering what it felt like to have him near her again.

And now, tomorrow, she would return.

Not as Marian Valmont.

As the Emperor’s wife.

A smile touched her lips.

Then she stepped into the carriage.

Valmont felt strangely quiet when she arrived.

Her old rooms had been prepared for her.

Everything looked almost exactly as she remembered it.

The furniture.

The curtains.

The familiar little details she had left behind.

Yet somehow, she felt strangely like a guest.

She stood before the mirror while her maid adjusted the final details of her dress.

Tomorrow.

The word kept returning to her.

Tomorrow she would be married.

Marian smiled at her reflection.

She was nervous.

Of course she was.

But beneath the nervousness was something warmer.

Anticipation.

Happiness.

She was going to marry Adrian.

Her father found her later that evening.

He paused at the doorway.

For a moment, he simply looked at her.

Marian turned.

”Father.”

”You should be resting.”

”I know.”

”Tomorrow will be a long day.”

”I know that too.”

The Duke smiled faintly.

Some things, apparently, had not changed.

He walked toward her.

”Nervous?”

Marian considered the question.

”A little.”

”Good.”

She looked at him.

”Good?”

”It means you understand that tomorrow matters.”

Marian smiled.

”It does.”

The Duke looked at his daughter.

Tomorrow, she would become Empress.

He wished he could feel nothing but pride.

But a father’s heart was rarely so simple.

Still, he reached out and kissed her forehead.

”Get some sleep.”

Marian laughed softly.

”I’ll try.”

He rested his hand briefly against her hair.

Then he left her to her preparations.

Marian watched him go.

Tomorrow.

She turned back toward the mirror.

And smiled.

The wedding was only hours away.

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