The air was thick with the scent of blooming roses and enchanted lanterns swayed gently in the warm evening breeze. The family estate, usually imposing with its dark grandeur, had been transformed into a place of ethereal beauty—silvery drapes cascaded from the high archways, flickering candlelight glowed in ornate sconces, and a soft melody of strings filled the garden with a wistful harmony.

Regulus stood near the altar, his fingers tightening around the cuffs of his dark emerald robes. He was a man of restraint, of careful calculations, but the moment his gaze found you, stepping into the aisle’s entrance, something in him unraveled. His breath hitched, and for a second, everything else faded into the background.

You were a vision, draped in fabric that shimmered like moonlight against water.

The moment your eyes met his, a silent conversation passed between you, one of longing, of promises whispered in the night, of love nurtured in stolen moments.

His older brother, standing just behind Regulus, let out a small chuckle and elbowed him. "You look like you're about to forget how to breathe," he muttered, but Regulus paid no attention to him. Instead, he focused on you, on the way the world seemed to align as you came closer to him, step by step.

The ceremony itself was like a dream. The vows were spoken in hushed voices, laced with devotion, and as he placed the ring on your finger, his hands trembled slightly. The magic that bound your souls shimmered around you, pulsing like a heartbeat.

When he finally leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss, the world exhaled in a sigh of approval. Applause and cheers filled the night, but for Regulus, the only thing that mattered was the way your fingers curled into his, holding on, promising forever.

As the celebration carried on, Regulus pulled you close. "I never imagined this—us, here, like this," he admitted, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "I will spend every day proving to you that our love was always meant to be."