Until the end of days

The wedding was an affair to remember for everyone under Basilisk’s rule. The love between the bride and groom was palpable, even before the wedding had started. Silent had heard bits and pieces of the tale, but she had refrained from searching for confirmation. Gossip was not her favorite part of social life and she would not go near it unless she had no choice.

Bronze’s presence for the trip was immediately soothing. She wouldn’t have gone with anyone else - he was always going to be her first choice. The terrain had changed and she missed the snowy mountains and coldness under her paws. The grassy terrain, though, was a nostalgic touch beneath her, so she would enjoy it like she did as a pup.

The castle was a structure she was not familiar with, but it was lovely and had a charm about it. She settled into a seated position beside Bronze and as he pressed his weight into her, she returned the gesture without hesitation. “She looks so lovely,” she softly whispered to Bronze, tilting her head so her lips barely grazed his ears. The height difference made it difficult for a respectful whisper to be made, but she did her best and soon relaxed against him with her head on his shoulder. Green eyes moved from the bride to the groom and she saw the love written both of their faces. What a wonderful thing to witness.