He looked down at his wife and his heart felt like it would explode from how full it was. Varan felt as though he were about to burst with his happiness. It overwhelmed him and he swept her up in his arms, kissing her thoroughly, making her squeak with surprise.
The cheers grew louder at the impromptu show of affection and Varan couldn’t help the tear that managed to escape his eye.
He was too ecstatic to care. Adelina was his and she loved him. It was enough. He couldn’t have asked the Three-Faced Goddess, Amora, or Ladra for more. Somehow luck had always been on Varan’s side, but this was something else entirely.
Breaking the kiss he cupped one cheek and stared into her eyes, thumb tracing the soft skin of her face. Varan could hardly believe she was real.
Then she laughed and poked him in the stomach hard enough a puff of breath escaped him. “Let’s go celebrate, my husband.”
Varan grinned at hearing those words from her sinful mouth, letting her tug him along – whether she knew how irrefutably hers he was or not, it didn’t matter. Varan’s soul was forever bound to hers – mating bond or no. Their bond was their own – special and unique and blessed by the gods.
He planned to spend the rest of his life proving it to her.