Under the pale silver of a full moon, they stood in their quiet courtyard, the floating dishes and sparkling socks now still.
Years of trials, small joys, magical mishaps, and daily compromises had brought them here.
"Do you choose this life, with me?" he asked.
Her hand found his, warm and certain. "Always. Through every mundane day, every storm, every little magic that binds us."
Marriage, she finally understood, was not the beginning or the end. It was a series of deliberate choices—moments of care, acts of patience, and the courage to keep walking together.
Marriage is a choice of magic and heart—choose wisely, and the rest of life will glow.