<h4>Chapter 19: Bryan Adams - Everything I do</h4>


    Just then, the grand archway of the pce loomed before them. Kyllian pulled the car to a slow, deliberate stop, letting the engine purr to silence as if giving space for his thoughts to settle.


    He turned to her. "Because..." he paused, swallowing, "because I always had a thing for you, Princess."


    Luna’s lips parted slightly. She looked at him, really looked. His eyes were earnest, no longer teasing. Vulnerable in a way she hadn’t expected from someone like him.


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    "I... I didn’t know. I mean Talon mentioned it but I thought he was merely joking." she said finally.


    He gave a short, dryugh, looking away. "Talon talks too much. It’s okay, Princess. But it’s nice to know you’re warming up to me."


    "Kyllian..." she started again.


    "Forget it, Luna," he cut in gently, already unbuckling his seatbelt. She ced a hand on his arm.


    "No! I want to— I need to say this. You’re a good man, Kyllian. And you’ll make a fine king. But I need to ask you, are you sure this is what you want?" She gestured toward the pce, its grandeur and responsibility looming in the windows. "Are you sure you want to give up the simple life of your pack?"


    He turned toward her again, and this time, his voice was firm, unwavering. "For you, Luna. Only for you."


    And that was it. A warmth spread through her chest, and her lips curved into the kind of smile that couldn’t be faked.


    "Then I’m d I took my sex ed lessons seriously," she said with a sly smile.


    Kyllian blinked. "What?"


    She shrugged, all innocent mischief. "Well, I spent three days learning how to please my husband. If you’re doing all of this for me, then I sure as hell will meet up to your expectations."


    Kyllian stared at her instantly aroused. "You had to go there right when I’m about to meet your father?"


    Luna tilted her head, feigning confusion. "Why?"


    "Because," he groaned, shifting ufortably in his seat. "I currently have a bulge in my pants, Princess. And your father knows <i>exactly</i> what that means."


    "Can I see?" Luna teased, batting hershes dramatically.


    "For fuck’s sake! Just get out of the car!" Kyllian growled yfully. Luna dissolved into giggles as she slipped out of the car.


    *****


    The morning of her wedding dawned with a strange calmness, as if her heart had finally agreed to cooperate for once.


    She had half expected to wake up drenched in cold sweat, hyperventting, plotting ast-minute escape via pce tunnels. But she sat calmly before her mirror as her designer pinned the final strands of her hair into a simple yet elegant style. Her reflection showed a young woman ready to take a leap, steady and maybe a little bit brave.


    Kyllian was a good man. Solid, steady, kind in ways that surprised her. She <i>could</i> grow to love him. In fact, her body seemed far ahead of her emotions, already doing embarrassing things every time he so much as smiled at her. She wasn’t marrying for political strategy alone, not anymore.


    Her wedding dress was a masterpiece stitched by the <i>three</i> top designers. The final result? A dress that shimmered, simple in silhouette but heavy with diamonds and moonstones stitched into the bodice because her mother, had decreed that no daughter of hers would look <i>"cheap at her own damn wedding."</i>


    Now, standing beside her father, King Magnus, Luna waited for the music to start. She could feel the heavy weight of the royal pendant around her neck.


    The music swelled, a rich, melodious tune. King Magnus squeezed her hand. "You ready, my love?"


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    Luna smiled, a real smile this time, and nodded. She wasn’t just walking toward duty. She was walking toward Kyllian, a man she believed would do right by her.


    As they moved through the towering arched doorway into the grand ballroom, a hush fell over the crowd. Hundreds of guests turned toward her, a tidal wave of faces—some familiar, othersplete strangers. She spotted nobles in fine silks, ambassadors from other kingdoms, and even a few faces from the Royal Academy, her old friends waving discreetly from the back rows.


    Trust her mother to turn her wedding into the political event of the century.


    Her palms briefly went mmy against her father’s sleeve, but she pushed down the rising tide of nerves and locked her gaze forward, searching.


    Standing at the end of the aisle was Kyllian.


    He looked devastatingly handsome, dressed in ceremonial suit, the royal colors draped over one shoulder. His hair wasbed neatly back, but the slight wave at his temple refused to be tamed.


    He smiled at her with pride and yearning. She inhaled sharply, thest of her doubts scattering.


    She clung to his gaze as if it were a lifeline, letting it pull her forward, one step, another, and another, gaining confidence with every pace.


    Yes, she was ready.


    And Kyllian Ryker was waiting.


    When Luna finally reached Kyllian at the altar, the world around her seemed to blur into a muffled hum. The only thing sharp and clear was Kyllian’s steady gaze, the way he smiled at her as if she was the most precious thing in the entire damn ballroom—and he would tackle anyone who dared disagree.


    The priestess began the sacred ritual, her voice solemn as she intoned the ancient words meant to bind them together in holy matrimony. The air grew thick with incense smoke, swirling around them inzy tendrils.


    "Repeat after me," the priestessmanded, and dutifully, Luna and Kyllian did.


    She promised to honor him, stand by him, and to submit to his leadership as her alpha. Luna swallowed hard as she said those words, feeling the weight of them settle into her bones, feeling how every syble shifted her life permanently.


    The priestess then picked up a ceremonial dagger, the de glinting under the chandeliers. With the ease of long practice, she sliced a shallow line into Kyllian’s palm. He watched with quiet dignity as his blood welled up rich and red, dripping dramatically into a clear ss for all to witness. It was symbolic, the mingling of two souls, the blending of two bloodlines.


    Luna braced herself, extending her hand as the priestess moved toward her, dagger poised.


    And that’s when it happened.


    The double doors of the grand ballroom <strong>whooshed</strong> open with dramatic ir.


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    Without even turning to look, Luna <i>knew</i> it was him. Her heart gave a violent, confused lurch inside her chest. Cold panic chased down her spine as she locked eyes with Kyllian, whose hands immediately tightened around hers in silent rm.


    The audience gasped as Damien strode in, utterly unbothered by the scandal he had just caused.


    He looked every bit the vampire prince he was born to be: dark, polished, and dangerously beautiful, dressed in midnight-ck suit that seemed to swallow the light around him.


    Seeing Luna’s panic and the way her body instinctively leaned closer to him, Kyllian reacted immediately. He moved without hesitation, stepping in front of Luna with the protectiveness of a seasoned alpha, barring Damien’s path with a low, rumbling growl.


    King Magnus shot to his feet, his gold-embroidered robe ring out behind him. His hand hovered near the ceremonial sword at his hip, a silent warning. If Damien weren’t royalty—and an ally to boot—he’d already be headless. "Prince Damien," Magnus’s voice boomed across the hall. "Is there a reason for this <i>unforgivable</i> interruption?"


    (Guys,ments please. I write better with feedback.)