You stand within the dim, ancient stone walls of Wyrm’s Rock, preparing for the day you never thought would come: your wedding.

Memories pull you back to a time when love had not been so certain. You remember long nights by the campfire, shared laughter, and the weight of two hearts intertwined. Falling for both Gale and Wyll had felt as natural as breathing, yet left your heart conflicted. Gale and Wyll, each so different, had captured your heart in different ways. But it was Wyll you chose, a choice not lightly made.

The door creaks open and there stands Gale, his eyes wide with desperation and a barely contained adoration.

“Don’t marry him.” His voice is soft, and there’s a pleading edge to each word.

“What?” Your voice wavers, confusion mixing with a flicker of old, unforgotten emotions.

“Don’t marry him,” he says again, and the raw need in his tone cuts through the air.

“Why?” The question is a breathless wisp, threatening to dissipate before it nestles within his ears.

Gale steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “You know why.”