Bonus chapter! Huge thanks goes out to AssassinPoma for providing the prompt for this drabble; this is a scenario I never considered before but am now in love with.
Galen straightens his formal tunic, uncertain why he is nervous when this is what he wants.
This is all he wants.
Heels click on polished floor, and he turns. Words fail him.
Long, long legs disappear under a charcoal hem. One creamy shoulder is bare; the other bears the weight of the simple, elegant dress.
Her fingers twist around one another. "Are you ready?"
He blinks, tears his eyes away from curves he's never noticed before and already loves. Takes her hands and presses a kiss to her forehead. "I am."
They enter as two beings and exit as one.
Fin.