The Echo of the Cathedral
The air inside the Royal Chapel of St. Jude was thick with the scent of incense and old, rotting secrets.
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- 1、The Echo of the Cathedral
- 2、A Union Forged in Silence
- 3、The Breaking of the Seventh Seal
- 4、The Truth Behind the Gilded Cage
- 5、A Kingdom in Ruins
It was a wedding that had been whispered about in the dark corners of the kingdom for three generations.
The King, a man whose face was a map of cold stone and old wars, walked with a rigidity that suggested he was marching to an execution rather than a celebration.
Beside him, the bride moved with a ghostly grace, her feet barely making a sound against the polished marble.
Every eye in the hall was fixed on the massive, cylindrical headdress that rested on her slender shoulders.
It was not a piece of jewelry, but a cage of iron and brass, etched with ancient runes of binding.
The nobles in the pews shifted uncomfortably, their silks rustling like dry leaves in a graveyard.
They knew the legends of the King’s youngest daughter, a girl hidden away in the North Tower since the day of her birth.
They knew the rumors of the "Blood Curse" that had haunted the royal line since the First Age.
But none of them were prepared for the reality of the iron mask.
The groom, a young and ambitious Duke named Alaric, stood at the altar with sweat beading on his brow.
He had agreed to this union to save his family from bankruptcy, thinking a masked wife was a small price to pay for a kingdom.
He watched the King approach, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.
The King did not speak; he simply placed the bride’s cold, gloved hand into Alaric’s trembling palm.
A Union Forged in Silence
The ceremony proceeded with a chilling, mechanical efficiency.
The High Priest spoke the words of the Old Covenant, his voice cracking under the weight of the solemnity.
"To love, to hold, and to keep the secret of the blood," the Priest intoned, his eyes never leaving the iron barrel on the bride’s head.
Alaric looked at the bride, trying to find a glimmer of humanity through the narrow slits of the metal cage.
He saw nothing but darkness within the iron, a void that seemed to swallow the light of the flickering candles.
The bride remained perfectly motionless, as if she were a statue carved from ice.
She did not breathe, she did not tremble, and she did not speak.
The King stood behind them, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, a silent warning to anyone who might dare to interrupt.
The nobles watched in a trance-like silence, the terror in the room growing with every passing second.
Finally, the moment of the Great Unlocking arrived.
According to the ancient laws, the groom must be the one to release the bride from her ceremonial burden.
Alaric reached into his velvet pouch and pulled out a heavy brass key, its surface tarnished by age.
His fingers brushed against the cold iron of the mask, and a shiver ran down his spine that felt like a needle of ice.
He found the lock, hidden beneath a seal of red wax that bore the King’s own crest.
The Breaking of the Seventh Seal
The sound of the key turning in the lock was like a gunshot in the silent cathedral.
Click.
The heavy iron bands that held the cage together groaned as they were released for the first time in eighteen years.
Alaric took a deep breath, trying to steady his hands, but his courage was failing him.
He looked at the King, seeking some sign of reassurance, but the King only closed his eyes and turned his head away.
Slowly, with agonizing deliberation, Alaric lifted the heavy metal cylinder.
The weight of it was immense, and he could feel the heat radiating from the skin of the woman beneath.
As the mask rose, a faint, rhythmic humming began to echo through the stone walls of the chapel.
The guests leaned forward, their faces twisted in a mixture of morbid curiosity and sheer dread.
The iron mask finally cleared her head, and Alaric let it drop to the floor.
The sound of the metal hitting the marble echoed like a death knell.
For a heartbeat, there was total, absolute silence.
Then, Alaric let out a sound that would haunt the dreams of every person in that room for the rest of their lives.
