A hush swept through the chapel, as a silver dim light slipped through the cracks. Ashen, cold, like the moonlight was forced to wear the shape of something holy. Shadows stretched along the carpeted marble floors, curling around the edges of my gown as the music began.
Low, haunting, each note echoing through the vaulted silence like a pulse that wasn't quite human. And there he was.
Ravić stood at the end of the aisle, dressed in his black military uniform, framed by shadows and candlelight. For a moment, the world held its breath. The air tasted faintly like roses and old promises, heavy with the kind of devotion that could outlast time itself.
Everything falls away. True to Rayna's words. There was only him. The man who had once been my ruin, now somehow, had became my reason.
My steps felt weightless, carried by every memory we've survived to get here. Every fight, every struggle, every night when we swore it'd be over. And yet, here we were.
