The Luna Deserved The World
The night descended around them quickly.
Ronan sat obediently opposite Lucien, admiring his mate's beautiful features.
Between them, the candle flames cast a soft light over their faces, bathing everything in a soothing golden color.
The Alpha lifted his empty glass, a gesture that did not escape the butler's keen observation.
He quickly approached the table with a bottle of chilled red wine.
"Should we toast?" A corner of Lucien's lips was tugged up in a smile.
"Sure."
Ronan nodded at the butler, who then poured wine into their glasses.
"To my beautiful Lulu," Ronan said while raising his glass.
"To our marriage," Lucien said with a chuckle.
The glasses made a beautiful clinking sound when they met.
Ronan held his glass to his nose and took a deep breath.
It had a pleasant and fruity aroma. Sweet but strong.
Ronan slid a hand across the table and put it on top of Lucien's.