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The sky above the Bloom Kingdom blazed in golden twilight, casting a warm glow over the sparkling rooftops and floral banners that danced in the wind. Irin stepped through the gates beside Dylan, her hand clasped in his. Her heart thudded in her chest as her eyes took in the dreamlike sight.
Flowers—blue lotuses and twilight roses—cascaded from floating lanterns. Crystals glowed with gentle hues, and melodic flutes whispered through the air like a lullaby of stars.
She turned to Dylan, wide-eyed. "Why is it decorated like this…?"
Dylan smiled, the corner of his mouth tugging in that familiar way that made her knees weak. "Because today is our wedding."
Her heart skipped.
Irin's lips parted. "What…?" she whispered.
He stepped closer, brushing a lock of hair from her cheek. "I want to marry you. Today. Right now."
A blush lit her face like dawn. She hadn't expected this. Not now. Not after everything. Yet as she looked around at the people—Ruther, Xizi, Old Clan member Zerath, all of BlueMoon Kingdom—she saw only joy in their eyes. Not doubt. Not judgment. Only love.
And suddenly, her heart softened into something warmer than fear—into a quiet yearning.
She looked down and realized she was already in a red ceremonial gown. Had Dylan planned this so intricately…?
Dylan signaled Ruther, who leaned close to Xizi and whispered. Xizi's eyes sparkled as she came to Irin. "Come, my queen," she said with a teasing grin, "let me make you look like the goddess he sees you as."
Irin followed, dazed but smiling. Moments later, she stood dressed anew in a gown of celestial blue—soft silk kissed with gold embroidery, hugging her body perfectly. Golden chains draped across her collarbones, and a moonflower crown rested in her shimmering hair. She looked… eternal.
When she returned, Dylan—now in a sapphire suit tailored to perfection—gasped. His eyes couldn't leave her. For a moment, he forgot the world, forgot time, forgot everything but her.
"You're not real," he murmured. "You're a dream I've been waiting to wake up from."
They bowed to each other under the glowing altar. Hands trembled as they shared the ceremonial wine. With every vow spoken, every look exchanged, the distance that once lived between them vanished like morning mist.
After the final blessing, Irin turned to Dylan, her voice trembling. "I hurt you. I broke you. Yet… you're still so kind. So gentle. Why?"
Dylan's eyes darkened, filled with heat and something deeper—devotion. He leaned in, his voice low. "You hurt me with your words… but never with your heart. I saw your love. Even when you tried to bury it. You belong to me, Irin. You always have."
Overwhelmed, Irin surged forward and kissed him—deeply, with trembling lips and trembling breath. It wasn't shy or cautious. It was hungry. Honest. Raw.
Dylan stilled for a heartbeat… then melted into the kiss, his hand curling around her waist, pulling her flush against him. He kissed her back with a quiet growl, deeper this time, more possessive, more claiming.
Cheers echoed around them, but Irin barely heard them.
Her fingers slid through his hair as Dylan tilted his head, deepening the kiss until she whimpered softly. His lips devoured her with reverence. When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Dylan brushed his nose against hers and whispered, "I love you."
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Heaven Realm – Love Rekindled
In the quiet halls of the Heaven Realm, Xander entered his room. Fiona sat before the mirror, brushing her silver-streaked hair. Her reflection caught his, and for a moment, neither spoke.
As Xander turned to change, Fiona suddenly stood, her arms wrapping tightly around him from behind.
"Xander…" her voice cracked. "I wronged you."
He paused, then slowly turned to face her. She was crying.
"I thought Irin would never leave me," she whispered, "but she did… and you still stayed by my side. You supported me… You chose me."
Xander cupped her face gently. "I will always choose you. You're my wife."
Fiona burst into a tearful smile. "Thank you… for accepting me… for standing up for me."
He wiped her tears with his thumb. "You're my everything."
Then he leaned in, brushing his lips over hers—soft, slow. The kiss deepened, hungry with unspoken need. Fiona responded instantly, fingers threading through his hair, her body pressing into his.
Their lips danced, slow and sensual, as if they were making up for all the time they had lost. Xander's hands roamed her back, memorizing every inch. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her gently to the bed, his gaze burning into hers.
He laid her down with reverence, his body hovering just above. "Shall we?" he whispered, his voice husky.
Fiona whispered, "Yes."
Xander kissed her again, this time more fiercely. Their passion ignited like wildfire. He slowly slid the shoulders of her robe down, pressing kisses from her collarbone to her neck. Fiona gasped softly as his hands explored her sides, his fingers grazing her skin as he untied the front of her dress.
Fiona trembled, her hand placed gently on his bare chest. Her fingers traced the lines of his abs as he removed his tunic, revealing his sculpted form. Her lips found his skin, trailing across his chest. Xander groaned softly, his hands sliding up her thighs, over her hips, and across her bare back.
"I love you," she whispered against his lips.
Xander kissed her deeply again. "Then let me show you."
He kissed down her arm, to the curve of her breast, then lower, reverent with every breath. Their clothes slowly vanished between kisses and sighs, each touch unraveling the tension that once lived between them.
Fiona moaned softly as his mouth explored her, as he touched her like she was fragile glass and holy fire at once.
And finally—completely—they became one.
Two souls lost in each other. In kisses. In fire. In forgiveness. In forever.
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