His fae ears glisten under the moonlight as he watches his woman get ready.

The queen of terrasen, his wife, his mate.

Finally, after a long war, she had finally gotten her kingdom back and she was happy. That was all that mattered to him— her happiness.

“Finishing soon Fireheart?” He questions softly as he looks up from his position on the couch, silently observing his wife and she gets ready.

She looks wonderful already in her red ballgown and crown of her own flames above her head. His fae senses picking up on her slight perfume and how every inch of her presence was intoxicating.