[Regulfsson Mansion—Leif's POV — Continuation]
The ceremony was finally over. Rings exchanged, vows spoken, endless congratulations received. If one more noble tried to hand me another "symbolic token of eternal happiness," I might've screamed.
Sure, the gemstone-studded goblets and ancient artifacts were nice—but none of them compared to the ring now resting on my finger. A silver band etched with a faint glow, simple yet impossibly elegant. It wasn't just jewelry. It was his promise.
Somewhere down in the garden, chaos was blooming.
"Come back here, fluffy demon!" Alina's voice rang out.
"Catch me if you can, mortal!" Zephyy shot back, fur glinting furiously as he ran through the moonlit air.
Alina darted across the lawn, laughing as Zephyy narrowly dodged her every attempt. The sight was so absurdly wholesome that a small laugh escaped me.
