Alena

“Neither did I, my fierce queen,” Roak interjects, his voice laced with warmth as he pulls me closer. “Yet here we are, and I could not envision facing this world without you by my side.”

Our eyes meet, locking in an intimate understanding that transcends spoken language. In the silence that follows, each heartbeat is a shared rhythm, a mutual acknowledgment of the depth of our bond.

“Thank you,” I murmur against his chest, “for believing in us when ...