Author POV

The wind moves softly through the buckwheat field, turning the pale stalks into waves of gold. White silk ribbons are tied to the wooden chairs, fluttering gently. Somewhere far away, music fades into quiet as June and Hermes stand facing each other beneath a simple arch of wildflowers.

There is no palace or cathedral. Only sky, earth, and a love that survived fire.

June’s dress glows against the field — soft, flowing, intimate, resting over the small curve of her stomach ...