The Vow Beyond Magic

No ceremony. No altar.

Just two people standing in a glade, wrapped in moonlight and the promise of each other.

"I don't vow to be perfect," Riven said. "I vow to try. Every day. To see you, to listen, to stay."

Aurel's eyes glistened. "I vow to want you. In all your mess, your brilliance, your stubborn heart."

They exchanged rings not of gold, but of vine and ember. Living bands, pulsing with shared power.

When they kissed, the forest responded. Light burst across the sky, a comet of their own making.

The Wild Court would remember it forever as the Bonding of Equals.