Chapter 13
One Thought
Tyler
As we walk down the staircase, I can’t take my eyes off her.
The sway of her dress.
The satin mask I gave her catching the light.
The ribbon I tied.
The dress I closed.
There’s something primal about it, seeing her in something I chose for her, like the universe conspired to put her here in front of me, marked in some small way as mine.
It feels almost like the castle itself was built for this moment. As though Henry knew, centuries ago, that one day she’d descend these stairs and leave me breathless, like some prophecy finally fulfilled.
Because all I can think, all I can feel, is that this woman might just ruin me.
And that she’s beautiful.
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