The air buzzed with excitement as you stood at the entrance of the grand hall, your heart pounding in your chest. Today was the day—you were marrying Claggor.

The aisle stretched before you, adorned with flickering candles and shimmering silk drapes, a sight more breathtaking than you ever imagined. But nothing compared to the man waiting at the end of it. Claggor stood tall in a dark, well-tailored suit, his goggles resting on his head, his warm brown eyes locked onto yours with unfiltered adoration.

Vander, standing proudly at the altar, shot you an encouraging smile. Vi, Powder and Mylo stood off to the side, Vi giving you a thumbs-up, Powder looking around overly exited while Mylo struggled to fix his tie.

As the music swelled, you took a deep breath and stepped forward, your hands slightly trembling. But with each step, Claggor’s gaze never wavered, grounding you, reminding you of all the moments that led you here—the late-night talks in the undercity, the laughter, the battles fought side by side.

When you finally reached him, Claggor gently took your hands in his, his grip firm and reassuring. "You look amazing," he murmured, voice thick with emotion.

"You do too," you whispered back, barely holding back tears.

As Vander began to speak, nothing else mattered—because in this moment, in this life, Claggor was yours, and you were his. Forever.