Apology From Family

The ceremony was a blur—petals floating through the air, murmured vows that trembled with sincerity, and the undeniable weight of two souls finding their way to each other. 

Mirabelle stood, hands trembling slightly in Caspian's, as he declared her his mate before the gathered crowd. 

His voice was deep, sure, thick with emotion, and it settled over her like a promise she'd waited her whole life to hear.

When the officiant's final words rang out—"You may now kiss your mate"—the world seemed to still.

Caspian's gaze locked onto hers, the heat in his eyes stealing her breath. 

Slowly, like he didn't want to startle her, he lifted a hand to her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin as though it was the most precious thing he'd ever touched.

And then he leaned in.

Their lips met in a kiss that wasn't just gentle—it was hungry beneath the surface, restrained only by the sacred moment they were in.