{This chapter is a Christmas special and has no connection to the main plot. Merry Christmas to all my sweetlings!}
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“Bring me the dishes, Dante.” Vinorca was busy at the dining table, adjusting the runner and aligning the cutlery, her voice soft but purposeful as she called out to her husband.
“Of course, Bunny.” Dante leaned in, pressing a brief kiss to the top of her head before heading toward the kitchen, the faint clink of crockery following him as he gathered the plates.
It was Christmas. Their first as a married couple.
They had celebrated before, countless times. As friends. As lovers. As fiancés. Those memories lingered warmly, layered with laughter, but this felt different. Heavier in the best way. Permanent. Theirs.
Now, as husband and wife, the day carried a quiet inti
