Chapter 19

Ivy’s breath hitched in her throat as she stared down at the ring, the memories of that chaotic, bloody night flashing through her mind like a distant cinematic dream.
"No high-society ballroom, no forced engagements, no politicians watching," Ronan said, his dark eyes burning with an intense, unwavering devotion as he looked up at her. "Just a choice. My equal, my partner, my queen. Will you rule this empire by my side, Ivy Lancaster?"
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Tears of absolute triumph pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away. Tears were for cruel people; this moment belonged entirely to her.
"Yes," Ivy whispered, a brilliant, radiant smile breaking across her face as she slid her hand into his. "Let them all try to stop us."