Chapter 63
The wedding is intimate. Lucky shines in a golden embroidered tunic, silk draped over one shoulder and cascading to the floor.
When we brought the news to Louis, he threw his head back and released an exasperated cheer. There was no surprise, and as he binds our hands together—forever connecting Sterling, Lachlan, and me—his eyes are fond. Welcoming.
“Repeat after me …”
My dress is beautiful. The stitching is fine work, the jewels catching and holding the lamplight, radiating a soft glow. The rich red embroidered gown weighs me down in ten layers, no doubt Louis’s amusing game to deter me from fleeing.
Ridiculous. There’s nowhere else I want to be.
Sterling stands on my left, severe in all black, his sword hanging at his side. He’s handsomer than I’ve ever seen him, but it’s not the work of cloth and soap. It’s the naked adoration in his gaze—a sight I’ve seen before, but never known how to interpret.
We complement each other. Sterling’s strength, my passion, Lucky’s fearlessness.
With our hands intertwined, we recite our vows in unison. The truth in every word binds us together, for now and eternity.
“What I feel will last beyond flesh, beyond breath, beyond life. When every light in the sky fades out of view, I will continue to be guided by my unending love for you.”
THE END
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