"Some vows are not spoken they unfold in the quiet moment when someone chooses you without hesitation."
JUNO'S POV
The silence in our apartment was usually the comfortable, predictable quiet of two professionals who spent their days navigating chaos and preferred domestic peace. But tonight, the silence was tense, thick with unspoken anticipation. Four months of stability had done wonders for the Kingdom, but for my relationship with Marcus, the Chief of Royal Security, it had simply cleared the field for a new, personal objective: formal commitment. Marcus was currently pacing the living room, a mug of cold tea forgotten on the counter. He looked less like the unflappable Beta Alpha who managed the King's entire security detail, and more like a captured bird trying to calculate the trajectory for a desperate escape.
And I? I was trying very hard not to laugh. I sat curled in the armchair, watching my magnificent, usually terrifying mate wrestle with a small, square, velvet box.
