The Moon’s Choice
Not part of a ritual, not a formula, not even a promise to the world.
Just mine.
I drew back slightly.
“Damian.”
He noticed the change in my expression at once.
“What?”
I looked into his eyes.
There was no Kair between us now. No Council. No seals, ancient books, or prophecy.
Only him.
“I choose you.”
Damian went still.
The words told him nothing he had not already understood from my yes, and yet they reached him differently. His hand rose slowly to my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin, and for several seconds he looked at me with such unguarded tenderness that fresh tears gathered in my eyes.