Although he did not want to be apart from his future husband, he was giddy knowing the gift he wanted to share. It gave him time to practice his song for Wang Li, to perfect it completely.
He had not even had a glance of his king and he sighed on his bed. Curled up on his side, he looked at his ring and smiled. Pressing it against his heart, he closed his golden eyes.
Tomorrow, tomorrow he would see his lover, call him husband, and they would… He felt his face flushed and he pulled his covers over his nose, flustered by his own thoughts.
"My wife."
Golden eyes widened and he glanced at his window to not see anyone. The cool air calmed his flush and he looked to stare at the stars.
"Tomorrow you will officially be mine."
Ying Yue creased his brows and wondered if he was dreaming or imagining his lover's voice. The fluttering of wings softly moved against the back of his ear. He relaxed and let out a soft laugh.
