Nevara
The castle had never felt so full—and yet now, in the wake of laughter, music, and a thousand congratulations, it felt utterly still.
I sank onto the edge of the bed and sighed into the silence. The buzz from the party still hummed in my bones, but it was a good kind of hum. The kind that came with relief, and pride, and knowing—for once—everything had gone right.
Thoren entered a moment later, having discarded his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing just enough skin to make my thoughts slow.
“You looked…” I shook my head with a laugh. “Nope. There’s no word for it. Just—thank you.”
His brow lifted. “For?”
“For making sure she didn’t ruin it. For making it perfect. For making me feel like your fiancée, not your liability.” I met
