The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

Eternal Vows

Amara's PoV

Two years had passed, but the memories of my captivity still haunted me.

Every night, nightmares would seize me, sometimes even causing my magic to spiral out of control in my sleep.

I'd wake up to find Donte groaning as he leaned against the wall, his back in pain from whatever spell I'd unconsciously cast.

His patience and understanding were endless, though, and he never once complained.

Today, though, was different. Today was the day that marked a new beginning for us-our wedding day.

As I stood in my room, lost in thought, the sound of tiny feet pattering across the floor snapped me back to reality.

Hermonie burst into the room, her little white dress swirling around her as she twirled with a gold crown perched delicately atop her curly black hair.

Blaze followed close behind, dressed in a tiny tuxedo, clutching a pillow that held our rings.

Even our dog bounded in after them, barking excitedly, adding to the joyful chaos.

"Hermonie, darling, can you put the crown on your mummy?" I asked with a smile.

She nodded eagerly, and I knelt down so she could reach. With the utmost care, she placed the crown on my head, her tiny hands shaking with concentration.

Blaze stood off to the side, scoffing in mock jealousy, which made me chuckle.

I reached for his hand and kissed it softly. "Don't worry, buddy. I love you too," I reassured him, and he gave me a small, approving nod.

As I prepared to leave, I gave them one last warning. "Now, kids, I want you to remember: no magic, okay? This is a wedding, not a place to use your powers."

Hermonie looked up at me with her big green eyes, curious as always. "What about vampire stuff?"

"No, sweetheart," I replied, shaking my head.

Blaze chimed in next. "What about wolf stuff?"

Again, I shook my head. "No transformations and no magic, alright? Do you understand?"

They both nodded, though I could see the mischief dancing in their eyes.

Satisfied, I took a deep breath and left the room, heading toward the garden where the ceremony would take place.

As I stepped outside, the warm afternoon sun kissed my skin, and my heart swelled with anticipation.

But then, I noticed the two empty seats I had requested be left open.

I paused, closing my eyes, and whispered an incantation.

Moments later, my parents appeared, their forms shimmering softly in the light.

Though they were spirits, their presence was tangible, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek as they approached me.

"We are so proud of you, sweetheart," my mother said, her voice as soothing as I remembered.

"We've watched you over the centuries, and we're proud of every choice you've made, despite the dangers.

Your love for that human has made you stronger, and your love for your children makes you a wonderful mother. They're lucky to have you, and we're lucky to have you as our daughter."

I tried to keep the tears at bay, but it was no use. Hearing their voices after so long, feeling their love and pride-it was overwhelming.

"We're sorry that all these years you had to pretend to be someone you're not for the safety of your existence," my mother continued.

"We hope you have a wonderful day. I'm not sure what this is all about since we never had it in our century, but it's beautiful. Thank you for living a long time."

A soft chuckle escaped my lips at her words. It was so like my mother to be curious about the modern world.

Then my father spoke, his tone light yet protective. "If that human hurts you, although I can't hurt him, make sure you do."

I laughed through my tears, grateful for their presence, however fleeting. They moved to their seats, and I felt their love surround me as I began to walk down the aisle.

The ceremony was everything I'd dreamed of and more. Donte stood at the altar, looking every bit the powerful, dangerous man I had fallen in love with.

But there was something else in his eyes today-a softness, a love so deep it took my breath away.

We exchanged our vows, each word filled with the weight of our past and the promise of our future.

When Donte slipped the ring onto my finger, he dipped me low, pressing a passionate kiss to my lips that made the world around us fade away.

When he finally pulled back, he looked into my eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Welcome to the family, Amara Petrova Blackwood," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

I giggled, feeling the weight of his name settle around me like a warm blanket.

"You're officially the queen of the empire, the mafia," Donte added with a smirk. "You can boss these guys around now."

I smiled, my heart full to bursting. This was it-this was the life I had fought for, the love I had bled for.

And now, standing here with my husband, my children, and the spirits of my parents, I knew I had everything I had ever wanted.

The past would always be with us, but so would the future. And it was a future I was ready to embrace, with Donte by my side.