[Leif's POV—ThorenVald Estate—Dawn of the Wedding Day]
I woke up to sunlight.
Warm, soft, golden sunlight filtering through pale curtains—painting my entire room in a quiet glow. For a moment, I simply lay there, blinking sleepily, tucked in Alvar's arms.
His breathing was slow and steady behind me. His hand rested over mine, fingers intertwined loosely—like he had fallen asleep holding onto me and never let go.
A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
And today is…
My wedding day.
MY. WEDDING. DAY!!!
I quietly giggled inside, excitement fluttering in my stomach like I had swallowed ten butterflies and a whole sparrow. My heart thumped wildly—happy, nervous, a little panicked.
I carefully loosened Alvar's hold.
Just a little. Just enough to wiggle out and start the long journey of looking extra, extra, EXTRA pretty.
…Except—WHOOSH!
A strong arm wrapped around my waist again and pulled me straight back into the warm chest behind me.
