The wedding was not grand. Myrelion despised the attention of nobles, and Lira never wished for anything extravagant.
It was simple, quiet, intimate.
Held under the twilight sky on the balcony of Myrelion's estate, they stood in ceremonial garb—his a sleek black outfit accented with golden thread, hers a flowing gown of soft ivory and fox-fur trim.
The twins were there, each in a wrap held by a housemaid, watching with curious baby eyes.
A priestess from the Moonlit Grove blessed their union with words of protection and love. Friends from the adventurers' guild, Lira's midwife, and even a few trusted contacts from Myrelion's past life attended in respectful silence.
When Myrelion placed a gentle kiss on Lira's lips, the sky above shimmered with starlight as if the heavens themselves acknowledged their bond.
That night, they sat in silence beneath the stars, holding each other and their daughters close.
He was once a shadow forged by pain.
Now he was a husband, a father.
A man with something to protect, not just avenge.
And for the first time… Myrelion Brackwood smiled without regret.