They were pronounced man and wife to the joyful cheers and applause of the court and all its allies.
Marie was trembling as Wolf took her hand. They began their triumphant march down the aisle. He looked so dashing in his white and gold, so much more handsome than Leopold had ever been. Now that the spell was broken, everyone could see the truth. This was the true prince. And this, the true princess.
“I will be good to you, I promise,” Wolf said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “You will have my heart.”
Will.
Because it was not love yet, between them; only friendship. But after everything they had gone through together, and all they had learned about life and war and magic, and the privileges and responsibilities of royalty, it could change.
No, not love, not yet. But, holding on to Wolf’s warm hand, Marie thought, One day, it might be.