Allen
The grand sanctuary was illuminated in a dazzling array of silver, gold, and vibrant green as the fireworks continued to burst against the dark night sky. The sheer joy across the clearing was almost overwhelming.
Hundreds of my people, guards, nobles, attendants, and even my high commander who had a great dislike for emotional matters, were all cheering, clapping, and raising their glasses in pure celebration of our engagement.
Standing right beside me, draped in royal red silk with the ancient gold chain trailing from his ankle, Ezra looked absolutely breathtaking. His cheeks were still flushed a deep, beautiful pink, his eyes were glittering with unshed tears of pure happiness as he raised his left hand again, admiring the heavy, sparkling stone sitting on his finger. Every single time he looked at that ring, a breathless, gorgeous smile broke across his face.
