Happily Ever After... For Now

The stained-glass window cast a kaleidoscope of ruby and amethyst light across the stone floor of the hidden chapel. It was a place whispered about in hushed tones, a sanctuary carved from the heart of a forgotten mountain, where the veil between worlds felt impossibly thin. Tonight, it was ours. Marcine, her midnight-black hair cascading over the lace of her gown like a silken waterfall, stood before me, her eyes, those ancient, knowing pools, reflecting the flickering candlelight. Her hand, cool and delicate, rested in mine, a stark contrast to the tremor of exhilaration that coursed through my veins.

“Walker,” she whispered, her voice a melody woven from moonbeams and shadows. “My Walker.”

I squeezed her hand, a smile I couldn’t contain stretching across my face. “My Marcine. My eternal love.”