I Married His Archrival

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To lift the curse trapping my fiancé Cedric, I gathered ten thousand thorny herbs and scaled a thousand tall trees for sacred fruit, left with raw nails and blistered feet. After three years tending his enchanted slumber, he finally woke—only to pick my maid Mira. Elven betrothals are unbreakable magical oaths. Cedric wrongly believes Mira saved him from a birthday lake accident, though I was the one who dove in.