I stood before the minister, my hand clasped in Theo's, feeling the weight of the moment press against my chest like a physical thing. The cathedral soared above us, ancient stone and gleaming moonstone, a space that had witnessed centuries of royal unions but never one quite like ours. Light filtered through stained glass, painting Theo's face in shifting patterns of blue and gold that caught in the angles of his crown - the masculine echo of the delicate one I now wore. His fingers tightened around mine, warm and steady, anchoring me as the minister's voice rose to fill the vast space around us.
"Beloved guests, esteemed dignitaries, honored pack members," the minister began, his voice carrying effortlessly through the vast chamber despite his advanced age. His ceremonial robes - midnig
