The Dragon Heir (BOOK#1)

CHAPTER 5

✨️Previously on Dragon Heir✨️

After thinking about Tolga's proposal for months, Melike finally agreed to get married to the young Prince of Tygaria.

✨️The Marriage✨️

*Melike pov*

The scent of jasmine and honeysuckle hung thick in the air, carried on a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves of the ancient oaks surrounding Ava Castle. I radiant in a gown of spun moonlight, stood at the altar, my hand clasped tightly in Tolga's. The castle, a testament to centuries of love and history, stood bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, a backdrop fit for a fairy tale.

Tolga, the Prince of Tygaria, I looked at him with beloved in his eyes that held a depth of emotion that rivaled the grandeur of the castle itself. Months ago, he had knelt before me, his heart echoing the ancient promise he had made to his people - to marry and secure peace with me. He had found not just peace, but a love that transcended kingdoms and borders. I, a the daughter of the last bloodline of the Drakenian Mauritian with a spirit as vibrant as the colors I wove into me tapestries, had become the anchor of his world.

I, adorned in an exquisite silken gown as soft as morning petals, radiated a beauty that could rival the sun. My blue eyes sparkled with love and anticipation as I awaited my prince. Tolga, resplendent in his royal garb, his handsome features etched with pride and joy, gazed upon his beloved with a tenderness that could melt the iciest of hearts.

As the sun began its golden descent, casting a warm glow upon the castle, the doors to the grand hall were thrown open. Ava, my wise and benevolent cousin, stood at the threshold, her resplendent tiara glistening with ancient enchantments. Beside her, Flame, Orphelia and Fenrir, their eyes shimmering with approval.

With grace and elegance, Tolga and I entered the hall, hand-in-hand. The air crackled with anticipation as we approached the ethereal altar, its surface shimmering with runes of love and prosperity. Ava, her voice resonating with an otherworldly authority, began the ancient ceremony, her words woven with celestial blessings and vows that would bind the couple for eternity.

As Tolga uttered the sacred words, 'I take you, Melike, to be my wife,' a surge of emotion coursed through us both. I, my voice filled with love and longing, responded, 'I take you, Tolga, to be my husband.'

With the final vow spoken, Ava raised her hand, and a celestial glow enveloped the couple. The runes on the altar flared into life, casting a vibrant light that seemed to illuminate the very souls of Tolga and I. As the glow subsided, we were now husband and wife, united in love that would endure for all eternity.

Music soared through the hall, its melody weaving tales of joy and celebration. The guests, an array of nobles, wolves, and ancient beings, danced and feasted with abandon, their voices mingling with the laughter of children and the roar of the dragon overhead.

As the evening drew to a close, Tolga and I found ourselves alone in the castle's grandest chamber. The moon cast its silvery glow through the ornate windows, bathing the room in an ethereal light. With arms entwined, we leaned against the balcony, gazing out at the starlit expanse.

'Melike, my love,' Tolga whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that could melt mountains, 'this day has been a dream come true.'

I turned to face him, my eyes sparkling with love. 'Oh, Tolga, it has been more than I could have ever imagined. I am the luckiest woman in the world to have you as my husband.'

And so, under the watchful gaze of the stars and the ancient valley, Tolga and I sealed our love with a kiss that promised a lifetime of happiness and adventure. The castle, bathed in the warm glow of love's eternal flame, stood as a testament to our unbreakable bond, a beacon of hope and joy that would guide us through the trials and tribulations of life.