Today was the day. After everything every trial, every moment of chaos, every stolen kiss in the dead of night, this was it. My wedding day.
I'd stationed at least a hundred soldiers across every conceivable inch of the grounds. It wasn't paranoia. It was strategy.
Well, maybe it was a little paranoia, but after everything we'd been through, could anyone blame me? Aeliana deserved to walk down that aisle without so much as a whisper of danger. If I had to send a battalion to make sure of it, so be it.
Right now, though, I was in my room, tugging on the jacket of my perfectly tailored suit. The fabric was smooth under my fingers, a deep black with subtle silver accents that shimmered when the light hit just right. It felt like me strong, deliberate, and sharp but it also felt like something more.
Today, I wasn't just Ciara. I was Aeliana's partner, her protector, and, in a few hours, her spouse.
