Twenty-four: Vows

The beyond

Krista's pov

I tucked my hair into a neat bun and made a crown of flowers to hold them in place. I didn't have a fancy veil to cover my face or a white dress to match the occasion. Instead, Lucian lent me a cream shirt that fell above my knees.

I peered at the riverbank to watch my reflection, I looked like fairy in a nightdress.

"Are you ready, love?"

Lucian stood behind me, his hair was tied in a classy ponytail. His face as handsome and attractive as ever. God, I love this man.

"Yes." I stood and linked our arms. My fingers fisted an important surprise for him.

He took me back towards the slates. There was a lone peach tree in the middle whose leaves provided enough shade for us.

When we arrived, I saw a makeshift altar carved in stone. There, he placed the ring he inherited from his mother. Tristane was wrong, it wasn't given away. Lucian had it all this time.

"You look lovely Krista..."

"Not as lovely as her..."