Valerio
“What would you say if I wanted a ceremony?” Octavia asked as we lay in the dark hospital room. Her head rested on my chest while I ran my fingers through her dark hair.
“You want a ceremony?” I inquired, slightly surprised.
“Would you give me one if I asked for it?” she pressed.
My free hand moved to her cheek, gently caressing it as I looked into her eyes. “I’ll give you whatever you ask for,” I promised.
She smiled and placed a soft kiss against my chest.
“Do you want one?” I asked after a few moments of silence.
“I don’t know, honestly. I’ve never really thought about it. My father raised me to be a fighter. Wearing a ceremonial dress and pledging to honor and love someone in front of everyone wasn’t exactly part of that plan,” she said before resting her head back down.
