"Freya, don't put too much pressure on yourself. I know you're going through a lot," Nina gently advised Freya.

Freya quickly shook off her doubts, and the preparations for their wedding continued. Meanwhile, Micah used the distraction of the wedding festivities to lay a trap for those who had poisoned Arin.

Micah was willing to show them mercy, but he had one condition. "If you want me to let you go, you must hand over the antidote for the poison you used."

The wedding was grand and joyful, just as planned, and Micah's feigned happiness lured his enemies into a false sense of security. They became careless, thinking they had won. But when they finally made their move, Micah was ready, capturing them all.

One of them sneered, "It's been such a long time, and you have the most skilled poison expert, Pharaoh, by your side. Tell me, do you think there's an antidote for that poison?"

If the antidote existed, Pharaoh would have already saved Arin. Now, with only a few days left to live, Arin was doomed.

Their plan had been to use her, then silence her afterward. But they hadn't expected Arin's unwavering loyalty to Micah. She chose death over betraying him.

And they certainly didn't anticipate Micah using his own wedding as a trap.

"If there's

Arin. There was no better revenge than

gave her

The men dropped like

strength gave out. She collapsed, and Micah caught her just in time. Blood poured from her mouth, and

help!" Micah's

to hold on until after your wedding, but

have left immediately. That way, she wouldn't have been a burden, wouldn't have forced Micah

if she were to die without any cure, she wouldn't have to die in front of Micah. That

weak. Her body had no

me what you want to do, and I'll take you there..." Micah's

appeared on Arin's lips, and for a moment, she let herself hope. "Could you take me to see

over Yaren

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