The Villain's Dead Wife

6. Meredia's Coming of Age Gala

Talking to Duchess felt unexpectedly comforting. After being born, my own mother vanished from my life, leaving a void I never truly understood. Even though Grandma showered me with love, something always felt missing without my mother.

Duchess Elowen, however, is incredibly kind and understanding. She didn’t even bring up Meredia’s suicide attempt. It’s as if she just knows how to be there for her daughter without needing to delve into deep, heartfelt conversations. It’s a strange but soothing feeling, like she’s filling in a piece of the empty space I never realized was there.

The warmth and acceptance from this family, something I never had in my real world, made me reconsider my plans. I decided to stay in the palace and embrace the opportunity to prove myself. By becoming a scholar and contributing meaningfully, I hoped to show my worth and prevent the Duke from marrying me off to that scoundrel of a prince.

My new goal is to dedicate myself to the Solterra and Valtoria family, earning their love and respect. If I succeed, I can secure my place here and avoid the fate I dread, finding purpose and a sense of belonging in this world.

But I didn’t realize how quickly my plans would unravel until that fateful night. On my coming-of-age ceremony, I was introduced to him—Kairan Alistair Ashbourne, the devil himself.

I never expected this day to come so soon. Despite all my hard work and newfound dedication over the past few days, I faced the crushing reality: I was destined to marry him, and my efforts might be in vain. The weight of impending doom settled heavily on my shoulders, leaving me to grapple with the disheartening truth...

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As the sun reached its zenith, the procession for the ceremony began. Accompanied by my family and a retinue of noble ladies and gentlemen, we traveled from our family's palace to the ancient oak grove where the ceremony would take place. The grove, a sacred site, was chosen for its timeless beauty and deep connection to our family's heritage.

“Look at the way the light dances through the leaves,” Duchess said, her golden eyes sparkling with delight as we approached the grove. “It’s as if the trees themselves are blessing this moment.”

“Just wait until the feasting begins!” Esther piped up, his eyes glimmering with excitement. “I hear they’ve prepared the best honey cakes in the kingdom!”

At the grove, a large ceremonial archway of intertwined branches and flowers stood at the entrance, fragrant blooms swaying gently in the breeze. Guided by Duke and surrounded by Meredia’s closest companions—her brother and mother—I walked beneath the arch. This act symbolized my passage from the innocence of childhood into the responsibilities and expectations of adulthood.

“Steady your heart, my dear,” Duke whispered, giving me an encouraging nod. “Today is a celebration of who you are destined to become.”

After that, I took the Oath of Fidelity, standing before the assembled nobility and guests. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could hear the faint rustle of silk and the murmur of hushed conversations.

“Repeat after me,” the priest intoned, his voice echoing through the grove. “I vow to uphold the values of my lineage…”

After completing the Oath of Fidelity, I felt a surge of relief wash over me, mingled with the weight of what lay ahead. I received the blessing of the priest, who raised his hands, invoking the sacred chants and prayers. As the final words lingered in the air, I was given a delicate silver locket, said to hold the protection and wisdom of my forebears.

“This is a token of your commitment,” the priest said, placing the locket in my palm. “May it guide you in times of uncertainty.”

Trying not to look too relieved, I accepted it with a smile. “Thank you. I will cherish it always.”

Then, we all headed back to the East Gate for a grand feast. As we walked, Esther whispered, “I hope there are enough cakes for everyone. I’ve been dreaming about them!”

“Focus on the celebration, not just the pastries!” I teased, playfully nudging him.

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As I stood in front of the mirror, my heart raced at the sight of the dress that enveloped me, a stunning creation for my coming-of-age ceremony. The fabric was a luxurious blend of deep ruby red and shimmering silver, flowing gracefully around me like a gentle wave. The bodice was intricately designed, hugging my figure snugly with its corset-like structure. It glistened with elaborate silver embroidery, catching the light as I moved, each thread reflecting a delicate sparkle that mirrored my excitement.

The neckline plunged into a graceful sweetheart, adorned with delicate beadwork that danced across my skin, enhancing the elegance of the gown. My shoulders were accentuated by the sheer, flowing sleeves, embellished with shimmering crystals that cascaded down like gentle raindrops, trailing from my arms as I raised them.

The skirt, oh the skirt! It flared out majestically, layered with soft tulle that added volume and grace. It transitioned from a rich red at the top to a stunning silver at the bottom, where intricate floral patterns of silvery leaves and vibrant red blossoms wrapped around the hem like a lush garden in full bloom. Each flower appeared to have been carefully placed, the red petals vibrant and alive against the cool metallic backdrop. The hem of the silver layer was slightly lifted at the center, as if intentionally designed to draw attention to my beautiful, shining silver heels.

I couldn’t help but reach down to touch the fabric, my fingers brushing against the soft texture. It felt ethereal, almost magical, as if woven from dreams. And the way it moved! Each step sent ripples through the layers, a dance of colors that captivated anyone who looked my way.

The final touch that completed my look was the intricate tiara now resting atop my head. It felt as if it had been forged by the gods themselves, a stunning silver creation adorned with delicate white roses and shimmering pearls. The floral detailing wove elegantly through the crown, its petals so intricately designed they almost looked real. Pearls and rubies hung from the tiara in graceful strands, framing my face with a softness that balanced the fierceness of the gown.

My red hair, usually a simple affair, was now transformed into luxurious, waist-length curls that cascaded like a waterfall of deep red silk. The vibrant color shimmered under the light, adding an extra layer of richness to the entire ensemble. It had been pulled into a high ponytail, sleek yet voluminous, with loose tendrils framing my face to soften the look. The tiara nestled perfectly against the top of my head, its beauty only accentuating the waves that tumbled down my back.

Matching earrings dangled from my ears, dripping with silver and ruby jewels that swayed with my every movement, brushing lightly against my skin. They were heavy but elegant, completing the regal air the tiara had started. Between the delicate strands of pearls hanging from both the tiara and my earrings, I could feel the opulence of it all, like I was draped in the finest jewels Valkathra had to offer.