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Dressed in a stunning cream-colored gown that flowed to the floor, embroidered with roses in tulle and satin, she looked breathtaking—radiant.

Silas walked down the carpeted aisle, guided by Valeria, but he was utterly spellbound by those gray eyes, bright as stars, her soft skin, that smile that warmed his very soul.

Gods, how he loved this woman.

He had missed her so much that he couldn't fathom how he had survived all those years without her—without losing his mind completely.

His brain had erased her, shielding him from insanity, just so he could survive until this very day.

"Now you have to ask her father for her hand," Valeria’s voice pulled him from his daze.

Looking at the massive redhead standing beside his Selenia, he recognized those same gray eyes— at least in color.

But that permanent scowl? That was something else entirely.

"King Lycan, I—only Silas, just an Elemental—ask for the hand of your daughter, Selenia, Sigrid Von Carstein. I wish to be her protector, he