Athena moved slowly across the center of the garden, her fingers laced securely with Ewan's. Their wedding bands caught the warm lantern-light whenever they spun, glinting like quiet promises.
Music drifted around them, the kind that seemed written solely for their steps.
Her gown, Areso's masterpiece, shimmered with each turn, the silk catching the light in pale waves that made her look as though she were dancing inside a gentle moonbeam.
Peace. That was the first thing she felt.
Not the stunned, fragile peace that came after surviving disaster, but the deep, settling kind that soaked into her bones. It was as if every wound, every chase, every fear had finally loosened its grip on her.
Ewan leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose, making her chuckle despite the lump rising in her throat.
