Frederick's POV
She froze, the meaning of the words sinking in. Her tears fell freely then, and she let out a small, breathless laugh—half joy, half disbelief.
"Frederick…" she whispered, and before I could say another word, she kissed me—slowly, tremblingly. I smiled and broke the kiss.
"You haven't given me an answer," I whispered.
Selene lifted her head slowly. Her eyes were still wet, but there was a new kind of light in them—gentle and full of peace. "Yes," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "Of course, yes."
The relief that washed through me was unlike anything I'd ever felt in all my years. I smiled—really smiled—for the first time in a long time, and pulled her close, kissing her forehead. "Thank you," I murmured. "I'll spend the rest of my life learning how to love you right. I'll protect you, Selene. No harm will ever come to you while I still draw breath."
