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    Her yful curiosity made my heart flutter with excitement. I couldn’t stop the blush that crept up my cheeks. Lowering my head, I nervously fidgeted with my fingers, recalling the time when yton had privately confessed that he wanted me to leave the pce and be with him. The thought made my cheeks burn even more.


    Noticing my reaction, Alice pressed on, “Tell me, is there something going on between you two that you haven’t told me?”


    I knew I couldn’t hide it from her, so I pushed down my shyness and happiness and told Alice about yton’s suggestion. Alice’s eyes widened in surprise, and she eximed, “What! Why didn’t you say yes right away? Oh my God! If it were me, I would have agreed without a second thought!”


    Her enthusiasm was even stronger than I expected, and I couldn’t help butugh. I shook my head with a sigh, saying, “I was too worried at the time. But now, I realize there’s no need to overthink it.”


    As I spoke those words, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from my shoulders. Alice’s eyes sparkled with happiness for me.


    “Oh, Makenna, I’m so happy for you! Are you really going to leave this ce?”


    I nodded with determination. “I’ve made up my mind. Prince yton is a good man. No matter what happens in the future, I’mmitted to being with him. I won’t regret it.”


    Thinking about all the hardships I’d endured, Alice immediately grasped my hand tightly. “Makenna, you deserve to live a happy life.”


    I believed it too. I would live a good life. We exchanged smiles, and in that moment, all the worries of the world seemed to fade away.


    Makenna’s POV:


    That night, I slept deeply, wrapped in a nket of peace, without a single dream to disturb my rest.


    The next morning, before dawn broke, the soft voices of the servants woke us gently, urging us to rise.


    ording to tradition, we had to dress with solemnity and care, a disy of respect for the ancestors we were about to honor.


    Once we were ready, we boarded the vehicles that would take us to the ancestral cemetery.


    The journey began on smooth, wide roads but soon transitioned onto a rugged, steep, and muddy path as we ventured deeper into the wilderness.


    Just as the first light of dawn touched the sky, we arrived at the cemetery—an awe-inspiring and majestic ce. We stepped out of the vehicles, taking in the sight before us.


    The cemetery, constructed from massive stone blocks, exuded an ancient grandeur. Intricate totems were carved into the stone walls, their surfaces weathered by time, addingyers of mystery and solemnity.


    “This is incredible. I’ve never seen anything like this before,” Alice whispered in my ear, her voice filled with awe.


    Our offerings—carefully cleaned prey—were reverently carried into the cemetery as gifts for our ancestors. We lined up along the corridor, each of us wearing a look of reverence. The atmosphere was so solemn that even Alice, usually full of chatter, fell silent, her usual liveliness subdued.


    A haunting requiem filled the air, a melody of mourning for the departed. Leonardo, dressed in a magnificent ceremonial robe, emerged and slowly made his way into the cemetery.


    Behind him followed the three princes—Bryan, Dominic, and yton—each d in distinctive attire that reflected their noble status.


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