Three hundred years of waiting had not adequately prepared him for this.
She stood beyond the gathered friends, smiling down at Henry as they shared a quiet moment. As she looked up to seek him out, he could see the light radiating from her, as if her magic had amplified her happiness into a physical manifestation.
As their eyes met, she began to walk towards him. His breath caught in his throat as he drank her in. That this woman, fierce and loyal, strong and more beautiful than any other had made him hers seemed beyond belief.
His wife. His princess. His Swan.