64. Asena
I stare at the thick document in my hands, the words blurring slightly as my heart pounds. Marriage. A formal contract tying me to Caspian and Zavian. Not just emotionally, but legally, financially, completely. My fingers tremble as I hold the papers.
“What do you mean by this?” I whisper again, looking up at them.
They sit on either side of me on the bed, close enough that their warmth surrounds me. Zavian gently takes one of my hands while Caspian brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. Their touches are tender, patient.
“We want you to marry us, Asena,” Zavian says softly. “Both of us. To be ours.”
Caspian nods, his voice low and steady. “We have already spoken to our lawyers. This contract protects you in every way possible. It makes you legally ours. No one can touc
