Modric’s POV
“Entirely.”
One word.
That was all Mary Ann said.
Yet somehow it affected me more than any vow from our first wedding.
Entirely.
She was here because she wanted to be.
Not because Mooncrest needed an alliance.
Not because Ironclaw needed stability.
Not because a seer had spoken.
Not because the mate bond demanded anything.
She had walked half the aisle alone, stopped in front of me, and chosen me.
My eyes burned again.
Mary Ann noticed immediately.
Her lips curved.
“If you blame the wind again, no one will believe you.”
A few guests laughed.
I lowered my voice.
“Can we discuss my dignity later?”
“You still have some?”
“Barely.”
Tomas cleared his throat.
“We could continue the wedding.”
“Yes,” I said.
Mary Ann smiled.
“Please.”
Liora stepped aside, lea
