New Name, Same Love

Briar was absolutely incredible to him. She treated him far better than he deserved and he loved her so profoundly that it hurt sometimes. The look of sheer joy on her face from his reactions to her surprise made his heart bounce about in his chest, doing somersaults and feeling lighter than air. She was perfect. Everything about her was absolutely perfect and nothing could ever convince him to the contrary. As if to emphasize that, Briar responded so sweetly, claiming he had done nothing but be himself to be deserving of her love. Each compliment she showered him with turned his cheeks hotter and hotter, his ears slicked back to his head in bashful reverence. That same dopey, happy smile that had been on his face since their vows only grew while they held each other's paws against her cheek, savoring the warmth of her skin and the softness of her fur. Truly no wolf more perfect had ever lived nor would ever exist. Briar was his alpha and his omega, his first and his last, everything he had ever needed and ever would need. It almost had the young Carpathian brute tearing up again from the surge of emotion.

His smile widened with an airy laugh when Briar squeezed his paw and kissed his paw pads. He loved all the little gestures of love and affection she gave him, each one so quintessentially Briar. She released his paw then to lift her goblet of wine, holding it up in a toast to them finally getting married. Artorias' eyes lit up with a loving fire as he reached for his own goblet, lifting it to clink against the edge of hers and complete the toast. "And to the rest of our lives as Mr. and Mrs. Carpathius, sufletul meu pereche," he toasted back, holding her loving and dazzling gaze while he drank deep from the rich red wine, more than ready to enjoy the rest of their wedding night with his beautiful bride, the prelude to the rest of forever.

"Artorias & Briar Carpathius"