The sun was golden, casting a warm glow over the elegant garden where your wedding was held.

You stood there in your prettiest wedding gown, the fabric flowing like clouds around your feet, your eyes shining brighter than the diamonds laced into your veil.

And there he was—the love of your life—waiting for you at the altar in his tailored black suit, the kind only royalty or powerful men wore. But in his eyes, you saw nothing but softness. Devotion. Home.

The world slowed when your hands touched.

Eyes locked. Breaths held. And then, together, you said the words you’d both waited so long to say:

“I do.”

A tear glistened in your lashes just as he leaned in and kissed your forehead—tender, grounding, full of promise.

The crowd erupted in cheers, but in that moment, it was only you and him.

You giggled, overwhelmed with joy as he took your hand and spun you gently into his arms, pulling you close.

Then he leaned in and kissed your lips—softly, reverently, like you were his entire world.

You smiled as you pulled back slightly, your arms wrapping around his neck, one hand cradling his cheek, heart thudding with pure, glowing happiness.

He held you with both hands—one resting protectively on your back, the other gently clutching your waist like he never wanted to let go.

Then, he leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose, making you blush.

“My beloved wife… I love you,” he whispered, his voice like velvet laced with awe.