The small gathering of friends and family in the dormant winter garden remained hushed. Their eyes were fixed on Mielle and Andre as they embraced tenderly, their whispers of love mingling with the chilled winter wind.
The scent of the garden evergreens and faint traces of mulled wine spread through the stillness, creating a serene atmosphere that mirrored the warmth in the lover's hearts.
The Duke raised his glass of spiced wine to the couple in a toast.
"I and the Duchess give you both our heartfelt congratulations! May Iahn the creator bestow upon you and Mielle a happy future together and lots of prosperity."
The others joined in on the toast, raising their glasses of warm, sweet red wine to congratulate the happy couple.
The Duke removed his cloak and placed it over Faye's shoulder, seeing her shudder in the frigid winter cold.
