She feels the gentle caress of his thumb over her knuckles, the weight of his gaze on her as the Septon pulls the ribbon over and under—and over again—their joined hands. The old man takes a step back, slightly out of their reach, his words sacred yet unintelligible to her ears.
She finally looks up, finding him smiling again. If not for the formal setting, she would have already made fun of him, of the way he beams every time she so much as looks his way. But then his eyes get glossy and her heart lodges in her throat because she knows exactly what he is thinking—how theirs almost never come to be. Yet by some sort of miracle, a last moment change of heart, here they were, joining their destinies.
The Septon shifts back closer and through her haze, she says the words, her voice—no, their voices—so full of emotion, they're barely above a whisper.
His free hand comes up to her cheek, and she immediately melts into his touch. She feels his heady breath on her face as his forehead comes to rest against hers; it would be so easy to go up on her tippy toes and steal a quick taste of his lips.
"—I am hers and she is mine—" she hears him say.
"—from this day, until the end of my days," she barely has time to finish the vows before he tilts her head up and his lips are on hers. He always kisses her so intensely that she can never tell if it's been just mere seconds or hours.
She feels his smile as he pulls back, "My Queen."
"Aye," she replies, and her heart is about to burst from happiness when he laughs at her poor attempt of a Northern accent. And as he looks into her eyes, she knows it was always meant to be.
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