Draven Blackthorn POV.
With a deep sigh, I relented. "Alright, come along. But enough with the dramatics," I said, gesturing to the guards to let her through.
Vaelora's face lit up instantly, her previous despair replaced with sheer elation. She quickly discarded the stone and practically bounded over to me, latching onto my arm. With a voice dripping with affection, she cooed, "Thank you, darling~."
I could feel a vein pulsate in my temple. What had I just gotten myself into?
The subsequent days felt like scenes straight out of a romantic comedy. I still chuckle when I recall the moment I introduced her to my fellow officers, and she blurted out that she was my wife. And when she made that same claim in front of my parents, I thought I would die with their stare.
