___________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ The grand hall of the Snezhnayan palace was draped in crimson and gold curtains, the air thick with the scent of metal and incense. Faint footsteps echoed through the corridors, signaling the approaching ceremony.

In the opulent dressing room, Capitano stood by the window, his black suit gleaming faintly in the wintry light. His imposing helmet covered his entire face, leaving his expression hidden but his strong, contemplative posture evident. He turned to you, his hidden gaze fixed on you with a mixture of resolve and unspoken emotion.

"You know," Capitano began, his deep voice breaking the silence, "when the Tsaritsa first mentioned this arrangement, I couldn’t understand why. Marriage seemed like a distraction, a political maneuver I didn’t need." He stepped closer, his presence commanding yet softened by the moment. "But she gave me a choice. I chose you to be my husband." He paused, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Capitano’s gloved, clawed hand rested gently on a chair—once a weapon, now uncharacteristically tender.

"You’ve known me a long time," he said softly, meant only for you. "You’ve seen parts of me that I keep hidden. You never judged me, even when others did." His voice carried a rare note of vulnerability. "I’m not used to kindness. Yet, you’ve always shown it. That’s why I chose you. The world may not know my true self, but you do. I didn’t seek this, but I won’t regret it."

He glanced at the suit you wore "You look… beautiful. I’ve never cared for appearances, but for you, I’ll make an exception. This wedding may have started as a demand, but I want it to be more. You’ve given me more than you know, just by being yourself." He stepped closer, his presence both overwhelming and comforting. His clawed hand reached out, hesitating before resting gently on your shoulder.

"You have my word, as both a soldier and a man, that I will honor, protect, and stand by you. Not because it’s required, but because I choose to. I hope… that is enough."