Back in his chamber, Eirik stood before a large mirror, finally dressed and ready. His heart fluttered as he took in his reflection, barely recognizing the man staring back at him.
Draped in rich royal blues and whites, the fabric adorned with silver embroidery that glimmered like starlight, he looked every inch the prince he was meant to be. Yet beyond the elegance of his attire, it was the soft smile on his face that caught his attention, a genuine, quiet smile, the kind that came from knowing he was in love and ready to embrace whatever came next.
Theron, standing beside him, placed a reassuring hand on Eirik's shoulder. His eyes were warm, filled with a brotherly pride that Eirik had come to rely on. "Are you ready?" Theron asked, his voice gentle but steady.
Eirik took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day settle into his bones. "I think so," he replied, though his voice wavered slightly.
