His amber eyes glow in the candlelight as they meet mine. “That I love you.” All the air leaves my lungs in a painful punch, that sagging tear finally brimming over, leading a track down my warm cheek. It’s when I’m chasing it away, watching Lex tug the new ring from the box, that I notice the gold cursive imprinted in the velvet of the box. To my beautiful Queen. May she reign. “But I want you to know I’m trying to learn more.” He stands, offering me an outstretched hand. “If you’ll let me.”
