Prince Airone's POV
I take a deep breath and look at my reflection in the mirror. Someone suddenly stands behind me. "Don't tell me my guards betrayed me?" I utter, looking at her reflection.
She laughs and gives me that meaningful gaze. Today is my wedding day with Vilma. When we arrived back, my dad was indeed alive. I was too stunned but happy at the same time. I take a step and hug her.
"Thank you, General Escalante," I whispered.
She hugs me back and chuckles. "What's wrong? Are you overwhelmed now? Is this what they called wedding rush? I don't know if I said it right. Anyway, happy wedding, Your Highness," she says. I let go and smile.
"Finally. I'm marrying the woman of my dreams." She grabs something inside her coat and gives it to me. "What is this?"
"This is my gift for you and her. I spent a week making it, and you have to wear it today," I stated.
