Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 310 The Day Chosen by Will — Fitran and Sheena’s Off

Elysvarre, Grand Basilica of Lirae

Second Spring After the Queen's Coronation

The dawn bathed the white towers of Elysvarre in golden light.

Vibrant violet flowers lined the path to the Grand Basilica of Lirae—the oldest sacred site in the kingdom and a witness to every historical event, from montous victories to solemn farewells. The sound of birdsong filled the air as if celebrating the sacred mont about to unfold, creating a magical atmosphere that complented the solemn surroundings. The gathered citizens donned elegant and bright attire, reflecting the significance of the day in their lives and creating a palpable sense of joy that resonated with all present.

At the grand gates, the people gathered, not rely to witness the ceremony, but to behold sothing much greater:

Inside the basilica, golden pendants sparkled, adding luxury to the atmosphere, gently swaying beneath the flickering candlelight. Soft percussion music resonated from afar, evoking feelings of emotion and joy in the hearts of all present, signaling that a new era was about to begin.

In a private chamber of the basilica, Sheena stood before a large mirror, feeling her heart race. At every Elysvarre royal wedding, brides are expected to wear a pure white gown symbolizing purity and hope for the future. For Sheena, this gown was more than just a symbol; it represented a steadfast resolve that would not fade.

Her white dress was not a creation of the royal designer but a simple gown she crafted herself, symbolizing her desire to break free from societal constraints. In her mind, the tradition of the Rose Offering erged—where brides present a violet rose as a symbol of eternal love to their partner—an emblem that has existed for centuries in Elysvarre's culture and has beco an integral part of weddings there. The warm embrace on the wedding stage was a mont eagerly awaited, a gesture that would seal their bond in a history that would be cherished and rembered forever.

The white satin fabric adorned with golden embroidery. At the waist, a small violet belt symbolized her personal will that had been tested. In her golden hair, a small silver tiara shaped like a rose.

Sheena gazed at her reflection.

But what she saw was not a queen; instead, it was a woman struggling to overco the expectations and traditions that shaped her life, determined to write her own story.

Not rely a leader, but a symbol of love against traditional expectations.

The white satin fabric adorned with golden embroidery. At her waist, a small violet belt symbolizing personal will that has been tested.

The atmosphere in the room felt sacred, filled with the scent of burning candles and fresh flowers from the royal garden. With each passing second, all eyes were focused on the graceful figure in front of the large mirror. With every flicker of light from the window, hope reflected back, painting dreams of everlasting love.

Sheena gazed at her reflection.

But what she saw was not a queen.

Not a leader.

Only a woman who chooses love. The gentle breeze brushed against her skin, as if nature itself was celebrating the decision she was about to make today. Outside, the people gathered in rows, their faces filled with hope and sincerity, reflecting a mont that was extrely important to them—a commoration that would bring about positive change. Each round of applause expressed gratitude and hope for a better, united future, where differences could be overco and bonds strengthened.

In another room, Fitran wore a dark cloak embroidered with white. On his left breast, there was no emblem of magic, no sign of nobility, just a small symbol: a circular violet rose. With each breath, Fitran felt a vibration within his soul, like a roar calling him to forever hold hands with Sheena.

...speaking of love and sacrifice, but also the responsibility to lead the people toward a better future. A wise priest believes that marriage signifies not only the bond between two individuals but also the unity of two kingdoms—two hearts ready to embrace each other's histories. This tradition unites two different worlds, weaving a bridge of hope and prosperity for future generations, all bound by a common purpose and shared dreams.

"I do not stand at the altar as the Voidwright, the protector of Gaia, or the writer of wills. I stand as an ordinary man." A deep yearning filled his heart, recalling the hardships faced to reach this mont. The royal tradition required marrying couples to face trials of will, and here he was, standing sincerely, not seeking titles or power, only pure love.

He looked out the window.

"And this day is the day I can finally say, I choose not just to protect. I choose to possess." His voice was full of conviction, resonating in the silent room, as the hearts of everyone present were stirred by the sincerity of his words. The echo of his voice felt like a spell, binding all who were there in a commitnt woven by everlasting true love.

Soft music from the ancient string instrunt aelharp flowed as the doors of the basilica opened. The lody danced in the air, influencing every soul present, carrying them on an unforgettable emotional journey, touching mories and hopes within their hearts.

Sheena walked down the aisle, her steps calm yet full of aning. Each step felt like tracing a path predetermined by history, creating a new story that would be rembered for centuries. The people stood still.

The nobles bowed their heads.

The mages, who once learned the will under Fitran, fell silent, as if feeling the gravity of the occasion flow through every breath they took.

And at the altar, Fitran was waiting. Every second felt like a century as he awaited the vision of his future approaching gracefully. He knew that their love was a symbol of the strength and power that could change the kingdom's destiny, a ray of hope that would never fade. Together, they would renew the entire world through this strong bond.

rging their gazes, a profound connection ignited between them.

High Priest of the Lirae Basilica raised the ceremonial staff, signaling the comncent of his sacred ritual, which would bind their love through eternity.

"Fitran Fate and Sheena Valtheris Elyndra, before the entire kingdom today," he proclaid. "Today, you are not rely binding love. You are binding will. Not a will that is inherited, but a will that you choose."

The royal wedding tradition of Elysvarre, rich in historical and spiritual significance, marks not only the union of two souls but also strengthens the bonds among kingdoms that have endured for centuries through trials and tribulations. It serves as a beacon of hope for future generations in an era wrought with challenges and change, reminding all of the transformative power of commitnt and the enduring essence of true, boundless love.

Fitran extended his hand.

"Sheena... I stand here not out of obligation. But because I want to."

She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of hope and dreams embedded in this mont. Honestly, behind their eye contact, there was a sparkle of light radiating from sincere hope—a hope for a united future, despite the waves of difficulties they might face. Sheena's gaze, strong and resolute, mirrored the depth of his feelings, reinforcing their mutual conviction amidst a profound silence.

"I promise to choose you every morning, every night, in strength and weakness. Not for the people. Not for the world. But for us."

Sheena held his hand tightly, reflecting on all the journeys they had taken to reach this point. The atmosphere felt electric, as if ti had stopped and each breath was filled with wonder. This ritual was not rely a physical connection; it was a spiritual guidance that led them toward a shared purpose. Outside the altar, the sky blazed with purple and red hues, as if celebrating this long-awaited marriage.

"Fitran... I stand here not because of bloodlines or fate. I choose to stand by your side because I want to. Even if the world stands against us once again, I will not give up."

Her violet eyes shimred with emotion. From a distance, the soft sound of a resurrection song filled the air—its lody captivated everyone present, resonating with a burning longing and joy. The tradition of the royal wedding singers of Elysvarre, known as the "Altar lody," was believed to protect the couple's love while blessing them throughout their journey of life, reinforcing the community's hopes for their union.

"And if one day I beco too crazy from loving you... I hope you still choose ."

Fitran smiled gently.

"I have done it."

The violet ribbon was made from threads woven by skilled witches, who had cast protective spells for a week leading up to the ceremony. This signified the sacredness of the mont and the importance of the bond they were about to form. The ribbon was not rely a symbol; it also served as a reminder of the commitnt they had made as they embarked on their future journey together.

They tied the ribbons around each other's wrists. A simple gesture, yet full of aning; it was as if the outside world vanished, leaving only the two of them in this magnificent mont.

The ribbon glowed softly, forming a glyph of light: a shimring brightness resembling the stars witnessed that night, as the entire kingdom gathered to celebrate their love.

Voluntas Vitae Unificata

(The Will of Life Unified)

As the light reached its peak, the great bells of the basilica chid. The thunderous sound of the bells burst forth with hope and joy in the hearts of everyone present. Each toll seed to unite souls, binding them together in a bond stronger than blood.

Duar! Duar! Duar!

The people cheered. Their cheers echoed throughout the arena, replacing the silence that had enveloped before the sacred words were spoken. Violet flowers were thrown into the air, dancing with the gentle breeze, like hopes and prayers soaring high into the universe.

Elysvarre has gained their king and queen not through inheritance, but by choice—a decision that reflects the power of love and sincere intention, inspiring new hope for their people. Respectfully, they partake in a historic mont that underscores the importance of freedom in choosing and expressing love before the world.

This ceremony becos a symbol of hope for a kingdom often torn apart by conflict and ambition, creating new opportunities for reconciliation. In every cheering face, a new hope for a better future for all is reflected.

Fitran pulled Sheena into his embrace. These two souls, bound in a sacred mont, felt the vibrations of love that transcended the boundaries of eternity.

In front of everyone, before the people, nobles, wizards, and even the old factions that were secretly present...

Fitran kissed Sheena.

No magic.

No will that compels.

Only love conquers.

Fitran pulled Sheena into his arms. He felt her heart racing, rging with the tension as the entire kingdom looked on. In front of everyone, before the people, nobles, wizards, and even the old factions that were secretly present...

Fitran kissed Sheena.

From a distance, the soft sound of a flute and cheerful laughter echoed in the night air, creating a magical atmosphere as if all elents of Elysvarre were celebrating their unity.

There was no forceful will.

Only love prevailed, having weathered unexpected challenges and difficulties they faced to reach this mont. It reminded them that true love is not easy but incredibly valuable, where each step toward happiness is filled with mutual understanding and unwavering support for one another's dreams and aspirations.

As the great stars illuminated the night, witnesses first observed a single tear of joy flowing down a noble's cheek, a testant to the mories of difficult tis finally yielding to happiness. This mont caused every hopeful face to reflect optimism for a brighter future. That night, on the palace balcony, Fitran and Sheena stood together, savoring the sacred mont they had long dread of and the promise of what lay ahead.

The evening breeze carried the scent of roses.

Sheena leaned against Fitran's chest. It felt soft and comforting, as if a part of their souls were connected to one another.

"You can't run away from anymore."

"Now you are mine in the eyes of the world."

Fitran chuckled softly, his voice flowing like a lody that calms the heart. As he looked into Sheena's eyes, a flash of certainty erged, reminding them just how far they had co together.

"And I am happy to be yours."

Sheena smiled mischievously, her eyes sparkling like the night of her forr desires. In that sparkle lay the promise of togetherness that transcended re love. "If so... when do we start discussing... inheriting our will?"

Fitran raised an eyebrow, the question adding a layer of mystery between them.

"Should I be afraid?"

Sheena pinched her waist, her teasing laughter sounding joyful. They both knew that their love was not just fiction, but rooted in desire and strength. "No. But you must be ready. Because my will is no longer just love."

"But an obsession legitimized by the world."