Todos os capítulos de The Forgotten Vow (MM Romance): Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Avelin POVThe morning after his confession should have felt different. It did, just not in the way I expected. Everything looked the same: tables, worn wooden floors, the view of the ocean stretching wide and indifferent beyond the windows. But nothing felt the same. I could still feel his hands; that was the problem. Not just the memory of them, but the weight, warmth, and certainty. Like my body had memorized something, my mind was still trying to understand. I kept moving because standing still only made it worse. “Table three needs clearing,” Father said from the kitchen doorway. His voice was calm, too calm. I nodded, didn’t argue, didn’t look at him longer than necessary. But I felt it, his eyes on me, watching, measuring. Not angry, not yet, but thinking. That was worse. I picked up the empty bowls from table three, stacking them carefully, focusing on small, simple, safe things, anything that didn’t involve him. I knew where Shen was without looking, in the kitchen, left

Shen POVI wake before the sun rises. For a moment, I stay still, not moving at all. Avelin lies beside me, still asleep, his breathing soft and steady, his hand resting lightly against my chest as if it belongs there. The early light seeps through the window, pale and quiet, softly turning everything in the room into a gentle hue. This feels real. The thought settles deep within me, heavy but not painful, simply true.I turn my head slightly, studying him. The way his lashes rest against his skin, the faint crease between his brows even in sleep, the warmth of him pressed close. Not possession. Choice. A promise I made under the moon, sealed with words I didn’t even know I was capable of saying. I love you. The words hit sharp and clear in my mind, and for one perfect second, nothing else exists, no past, no questions, no danger. Just this.Then instinct ruins it. Something in my chest tightens. not with fear, but with awareness.. I shift carefully, easing out from under his hand wi

Avelin POVThe entire village stirred before sunrise, an unspoken urgency humming through the air. I sensed it long before I stepped outside, feeling the restless energy in every corner. Voices rang out, laughter bubbled among the women, and the sound of tools working in harmony echoed through the streets. Ribbons, fabrics, and flowers moved swiftly from hand to hand, each task infused with anticipation. Tomorrow is the day I would marry Shen, and although the word still felt surreal in my chest, a warmth spread through me, fragile and bright, as if I feared it might shatter if I clung too tightly.Auntie Liling called out my name from across the yard, waving with her arms full of fabric. “Avelin! Come here!” she shouted cheerfully. I turned just in time to catch her beckoning me closer, her voice lively with excitement. “Don’t just stand there looking pretty. We have work to do!”Laughter escaped my lips before I could stop it, and I hurried across the yard, eager to be part of the ch

Avelin POV The door closed behind us with a soft, decisive click. The heavy wooden bolt slid into place with a satisfying thud, sealing out the world and leaving only this small room above the inn. Inside, the air was thick with the delicate scent of dried lavender and fresh lilies, a thoughtful gift from the village women. Salt air drifted in through the open window, teasing the curtains with gentle caresses, but within these walls, the atmosphere shifted into a haze of smoky sandalwood and sweet iris. That scent belonged to Shen, my husband, and now it surrounded us like an invisible shield, wrapping us in a protective embrace. He carried me across the threshold, ignoring my soft protests and humming a comforting tune against my temple. “It’s traditional, baby,” he whispered, his voice steady and grounding me to this moment, to him, to everything we had waited for. “And it has to be perfect for us.” When he finally set me down, the space between us seemed to hum with anticipat

Shen POVI wake up before him. For a moment, I don’t move. Avelin is curled against my side, his hand resting lightly over my chest, just above my heart, as he placed it there in his sleep to make sure I’m still here, still his. The morning light slips through the window slowly, soft gold stretching across the bed, touching his skin first before reaching me. I turn my head slightly and watch him. His lashes rest against his cheeks, his lips parted just a little. There’s a faint crease between his brows, like even in sleep, he feels too much. My husband. The word settles deeper today, more real, more dangerous. I lift my hand carefully, brushing my thumb across his cheek. He stirs, his brows softening, then his eyes open. And when he sees me, he smiles. Slow, gentle, as if this is the first thing he wanted to wake up to. “Good morning, baby,” he murmurs, his voice still heavy with sleep. Something in my chest tightens. “Good morning,” I reply quietly. He shifts closer, pres