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It was like a parody of what she imagined would be the happiest day of her life.
The man she loved. A dress coming right from a dream. Even the music was perfect.
You are going to be their Empress, he had told her, and the Empress does not belong to herself. She belongs to the People.
Ellana looked up, breathed, and headed, as dignified as she could be, for her funeral.