Wedding day
Today was the day. After everything every trial, every moment of chaos, every stolen kiss in the dead of night, this was it. My wedding day.
I'd stationed at least a hundred soldiers across every conceivable inch of the grounds. It wasn't paranoia. It was strategy.
Well, maybe it was a little paranoia, but after everything we'd been through, could anyone blame me? Aeliana deserved to walk down that aisle without so much as a whisper of danger. If I had to send a battalion to make sure of it, so be it.
Right now, though, I was in my room, tugging on the jacket of my perfectly tailored suit. The fabric was smooth under my fingers, a deep black with subtle silver accents that shimmered when the light hit just right. It felt like me strong, deliberate, and sharp but it also felt like something more.
Today, I wasn't just Ciara. I was Aeliana's partner, her protector, and, in a few hours, her spouse.