From Slave to Queen, Yet Never His Luna
“I heard you’re getting married. But if you don’t want to, if you don’t like Vetle, even if the elders command it, I’ll refuse on your behalf.”
Tears welled again.
Only she ever cared about whether I’d be happy.
“I’m willing,” I choked out.
Mya sighed, her gaze full of love.
“As long as you’re truly willing. Marriage is for life—it must never be taken carelessly.”
The next few days passed like a dream.
I stayed with her, drinking tea, chatting, strolling in the garden.
The sun was warm, the air full of life. The world itself felt peaceful.
Liam, Lily... all those people vanished from my thoughts.