THE MORETTI PROTOCOL
"We spent our youth floating through a world of ghosts, lies, and execution orders. I want this to remind you that no matter where we go, or what the underworld becomes, your home is right here. With me."
Valerie stared at the ring, the titanium catching the bright morning light. A slow, breathtakingly genuine smile spread across her face. She didn't say a word; instead, she reached up, her hands cupping Alessia’s jawline, and pulled her into a deep, consuming kiss that tasted of coffee, warmth, and an absolute, lifelong devotion.
"I don't need a crown, Alia," Valerie whispered against her lips, her thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from the Queen's cheek. "I just need you."