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And he was grateful for it.
Because he had always been a prince, powerful, wealthy. He had traveled the world, he had had many lovers, Stevie liked to remind him of that, as a form of punishment for the number of times he had mentioned it to her previously.
But he had never truly learned anything, had never really changed, until he had met her.
And she had changed the course of everything.
It was, he realized, fate.
But the thing about fate was you did still have to make a choice. You had to take hold of it.
And so when the minister said it was time to kiss the bride, he did just that. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her with all the love inside of him.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered.
“I’m giving thanks. To the mountain that brought us together, and to the woman who saved my life.”
“You saved mine too.”
“But you saved mine in more ways than one.”
“That is true,” she said smiling. “I did.”
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