The couple's eyes lock, and in that gaze, time seems to stretch. The weight of the night, of this moment, settles between them.
Arslan takes another step back, disappearing into the darkness of the night, giving the couple their privacy,
Wellesley now holding Christopher's hand whispers, "Can you believe this is real, your highness?"
Christopher smiling softly answered in a sweet voice, "Every second of it. I've never been more sure of anything my love."
Wellesley eyes glisten with emotion, and she steps forward, her fingers brushing against the Christopher's cheek.
"I love you more than words can say. More than this mountain. More than the stars themselves your highness, I will be by your side forever."
Christopher's voice catches in his throat, his heart heavy with an unfamiliar yet intoxicating feeling as he responds,
"And I love you, more than I ever thought possible. You're my forever. This — this is it."
With a breath, Christopher leans forward, and Wellesley follows, closing the space between them. Their lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss. It's quiet, unhurried, as if the universe itself is holding its breath. The mountain hums with the echo of their love.
As they pull away, their hands remain locked, and they look at each other, the weight of their vows, of this perfect moment, settling around them.
Wellesley still in daze voices, "This is something I never imagined but I am loving this your highness... just us. The world feels so far away."
Christopher pulling her in a warm embrace reassures, "It's just you and me, forever and you can call me by my name love"
Wellesley bothered by his sudden advice, stutters to comply and reasons, " but your highness... "
Christopher pulled her in for another kiss, that was threatening her to devour in whole, full of lust Wellesley though surprised tried mimicking his actions but failing miserably. The kiss lasted minutes before Christopher finally pulled away giving her time to breath and said, "I can't guarantee what I'll do to you if you don't call me by your name next time...."
Wellesley still gasping for air looked at him with grievance,
pouting her swollen lips in an act of complaint answered,
"Hmmm....that wasn't fair your.. Christopher "
Wellesley once again was about to refer him as 'your highness' but at the last moment she controlled her tongue and called out name instead of the title.
The night air was crisp and cool as it brushes against the skin of the newlyweds. Their wedding venue is an open space on a secluded mountaintop, where the sounds of the world below feel distant and muted. The venue itself is an intimate, breathtaking setting: an archway wrapped in ivy and fairy lights, delicate candles flickering in the breeze, casting a soft glow over everything. The stars above seem closer here, twinkling in the deep blue sky like a canopy of diamonds, their light spilling across the entire scene.
Wellesley, her gown flowing like a waterfall of white silk, stands in her Christopher's arms, her head resting lightly against his shoulder. Her veil shimmers faintly in the moonlight, a reflection of the starlit sky. Christopher, in his dark suit, holds her close, his hand gently supporting her back as they sway slowly to the soft melody of a song only they can hear.
Wellesley whispering into his ears asks again, "Is this real? Or is it some beautiful dream?"
Christopher smiling softly and looking down at her reaffirm her, "It's real, love. Every moment of it."
Their feet move in perfect sync, gliding across the ground, unhurried and carefree. The faintest sound of the song they're dancing to comes from a hidden speaker, as the night embraces them in its quiet magic.
Wellesley laughing softly says, "I always imagined our first dance would be more... elaborate."
Christopher smiling in her happiness answers, "I think the simplicity of this moment is everything. Just us, under the stars, with no one else around."
They continue to dance, their movements so fluid that it feels as if the whole world has melted away, leaving only the two of them. The night air seems to hold them gently, every passing moment an affirmation of their love. The only light is the moon above them and the faint glow from the candles that dot the space. The stars shine down, almost as if they're watching, their light flickering in approval.
Christopher gently lifting her chin, his soft eyes boring into hers says, "I could dance like this forever, with you in my arms."
Wellesley voices her agreement saying, "Me too. This is all I need."
Their movements slow, and they find themselves lost in the moment. There's no rush, no need for words, just the shared warmth of their bodies and the quiet of the world around them. The sound of the wind, the crackle of the candles, and their synchronized breathing create a symphony of peace that feels almost sacred.
Wellesley rests her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.
Wellesley quietly asks "Do you think... do you think the stars are celebrating with us?"
Christopher smiling softly answers, "I like to think so. We're their reason to shine a little brighter tonight."
They continue to move together, wrapped in each other's arms, the moon overhead a silent witness to their love, the stars their only audience. The world below is silent, but up here, in this moment, everything feels infinite. The night stretches on, and the newlyweds dance beneath the light of the stars, their love a perfect, unspoken vow of forever.
They turn together, the full moon casting their shadows long on the snowy ground. They stand, side by side, gazing out over the mountain range, their world reduced to just one another.