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A strange feeling settles within me as I hear the words. I've always known that I was going to be marrying into the Falhaven Royal Family, but now it is being said out loud, it feels more real. Maybe it's not hearing it out loud, maybe it's because now I have a more concrete idea of what my marriage is going to be like.

Arthur takes my hand in his and leads me out of the main temple and into a small courtyard where there's no one waiting. Probably because all of the guests are still inside.

"That went well," I say.

"One thing could have gone better," Arthur says.

"Oh?"

"I could have gotten a chance to kiss my wife."

"You do now," I respond, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around his neck.

He closes the distance between us and kisses me deeply. I can feel how much he cares about me in his touch, and I can sense how much hope he has for the future, because I have it too.

"I love you, Solana," he murmurs against my lips.

"I love you too," I respond. "And I look forward to our life together."

"It's snowing," he says, holding out his hand and catching a couple of flakes on his hand. "That feels like a good sign for our wedding day."

"It does," I agree, watching the flakes settle on his eyelashes. I cup his cheek in my hand and lose myself in the deep blue of his eyes.

I hope to see many more snowy days at Falhaven Castle, especially when I get to see them with Arthur by my side.