Dream Or Reality?

Drayce stood rooted in place, looking at his wife as she poured out all her emotions. He had longed to see her, and now, as she stood before him, removing her veil, he found himself unsure of what to do. Her confession left him frozen. He had confessed his love for her countless times through words and actions, but none of his declarations compared to hers.

The man who had been forged like iron through countless trials, the man who could be shaken by nothing, was now shaken to his core by her words. It was as if her confession was the only weapon powerful enough to affect him.

He could clearly see that what she felt was true love, not gratitude, and it wasn't because of the flower mark on her forehead. Her heart had truly fallen for him.

His usually calm and rational mind was now a whirlwind of emotions. His eyes, which had barely shed any tears over the years, were now glistening with moisture.