“Did you enjoy the wedding?”
“It was beautiful.”
“Are you upset at all that we didn’t have a traditional one? We still could you know.”
“Edric, I told you already, I don’t need all this, the dresses and flowers and bells. I just need you. Besides, I don’t have any family except for you. And the entire Falk Clan. Well then, I guess we are all here. This is perfect.”
“But no one knows-”
“Even more perfect. It’s our secret for now. Let’s cherish it.”
Edric leaned forward and kissed his wife on the tip of her nose. He’d needed to make their mating official in the eyes of all that walked the Earth. Dragons were funny that way.
After they’d watched Sander and Noelle at the rehearsal lunch the day before, he’d gotten the craziest idea. He took his mate to the rooftop of the castle in the middle of the night and in one moment of magic and mystery, he’d turned into his Dragon.