Vincent/Vaelthor~
Three months had slipped by like shadows dissolving under dawn's first light, carrying us from that explosive revelation at the harvest bonfire to this moment—a day I once believed impossible for a creature like me. The grand hall of the Lycan palace had transformed into a living tapestry of opulence and ancient magic, its vaulted ceilings draped in cascading silks of midnight blue interwoven with threads of celestial gold that shimmered as if woven from Natalie's own light. Massive chandeliers forged from enchanted crystal hung low, pulsing with soft lunar glows that danced across the marble floors inlaid with silver runes of unity and eternal bonds. The air hung heavy with the scent of blooming night jasmine, spiced mulled wine, and the earthy musk of hundreds of gathered Lycans, vampires, and celestial kin. Petals of silver and gold drifted lazily from the rafters, stirred by gentle winds summoned by the Moon Goddess herself.
