Chapter 97. The Wedding

The day had finally arrived. The mansion was buzzing with excitement, the laughter and chatter of guests filling every corner. Lucien stood behind the curtains of the grand hall, adjusting his dress nervously. His hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the mix of happiness and anticipation. Today, he would walk down the aisle and promise his life to Zayn, the man who had given him safety, love, and a family.

“Papa,” a soft voice called, and he turned to see Zaylien tugging gently at his sleeve. “Am I really the flower boy today?” The little boy’s eyes shone, his tiny hands clutching the petals he was supposed to scatter.

“Yes, Zaylien,” Lucien said, kneeling to ruffle his son’s hair. “You have a very important job. You have to make sure Papa and Dad sees how handsome you are and how brave you are.”

Zaylien giggled. “I’ll do my best, Papa!”

Lucien took a deep breath, smoothing the front of his dress. He could hear the music starting, soft and steady.