Ah, at last. Freedom.

The wind rushes past us as Fezzik hoists you onto the horse, his strength making it look effortless. I, on the other hand, am doing an admirable impression of a man who hasn’t spent the entire day mostly dead. Every muscle aches, every breath feels like a battle I refuse to lose, but then—there you are.

You settle in beside me, your warmth pressed against my side, and suddenly the pain is an afterthought.

“You didn’t doubt I’d save you, did you?” I ask, the smirk coming easily despite everything.

You shake your head, that soft, knowing smile of yours undoing me more than any sword ever could. “No. Not even for a second.”

And just like that, I am weightless. Not from exhaustion, not from the lingering effects of Miracle Max’s handiwork, but from you. From the way you look at me—as if I am not the pirate, nor the farm boy, nor the fool who dared to leave in search of fortune. Just Wesley. Just yours.

I brush my fingers over yours, the simplest of gestures, yet it says everything. I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you.

The castle fades behind us, swallowed by the night, and ahead—nothing but the open road, the unknown, the promise of forever.

And with you, my love, that is the greatest adventure of all.