The night sky hung low over the Snow Kingdom, its dark canvas dotted with stars. The crisp air of the evening had a serene chill to it, one that Jasper barely noticed as he stood inside the dimly lit church, his breath steady and his heart full of anticipation. He was dressed in his military uniform, the dark colors contrasting with the white feather tucked behind his ear—a symbol of his acceptance of Nicole's culture, her heritage, and most importantly, her as she was. The feather had been carefully chosen, its presence a silent testament to his love for her.
Jasper paced slightly, waiting for the priest's return after sending Nicole to be prepared. His mind was a storm of emotions, not nervousness but an eagerness that he had never felt before. Tonight, she would be his—completely, truly, in every sense. They had faced so much together, and now, they were about to start a new chapter in their lives as husband and wife.
