The Wild Court didn't do ceremonies. They did moments.
But when Riven stood in the sacred glade, shirtless, barefoot, fingers laced with Aurel's, even the trees held still.
"I bind myself not in obedience, but in love," Riven said, voice low and sure. "To choose you, again and again. Even when it's hard. Especially then."
Aurel's eyes shone. "I accept your heart, your fire, your fear. I give you mine in return."
They pressed their foreheads together. A cut on each palm. Blood touched blood. Magic flared.
The spellbook at Riven's side opened on its own. A new page wrote itself:
Love without shame. Power without chains.
The Wild Court cheered. Somewhere in the distance, the sky itself shifted color.