Private And the Two Shall Become One (Past Thread)

[Daegon Corvinus]

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WEARING: xxx
TAG: Seraphina Corvinus

Would you be happy with me?​

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One question had started it all, a question with an answer so powerful it cause The Demon of Thyferra to open his heart to a woman that was not like him in anyway. Serephina Deveraux II, an angel, quite literally, had wormed her way inside of the cold, black heart of the Demon. He had known she was engaged, he had even know the kind of ilk her fiance was. Daegon had even gone so far as to expose it thinking that he would save her from a life of misery. Even though it would never be possible that her father would ever see him as one worthy of his daughter, Daegon was committed to her happiness. He could not have known his meddling would bring her name to ruin.​

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Seraphina was in her garden, a place Daegon would often find her when he made routine visits to see her father. Their business dealings were as such Daegon would not trust anyone else to them. It was a day Daegon would never forget as the usual happy melody which came from the brunette had turned sour, morose, a dower sound. He knew what caused it, and while he had no right to approach her, oh had she known it was his fault. Daegon knew the answer to the question would have been much different then.​

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There was only one thing which Daegon ever concerned himself with since the answer, and that was the happiness of his Angel.​

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Her answer set events into motion which saw Daegon win her hand. It was old fashioned, even a little quaint. It was something out of a storybook. A tournament was held to determine the next suitor for Seraphina, one which Daegon had won under a guise of his own making. He was nobility of his own right, but Daegon knew her father would have never approved, so the man did what he had to do in order to win the hand of the one person loved.​

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They were married shortly after, her dowry used as to help fund the construction of their new home on Thyferra, Heaven's Gate. This was to be her home, and every part of it spoke to the heavenly origin of the mythical angels. Seraphina was actually an angel, and it had been meant to reflect her. There was only one place which did not, and that was the dark chambers of Daegon Corvinus. The chateau came with separate rooms for the couple, a common living space between them. He would never presume upon her. Despite being wed, the two had yet to consummate the marriage. Daegon did not expect that she love him yet, nor was he certain whether she was truly happy or not.​

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"And these are your quarters," Daegon said as he finished the tour of the home he had built for them. "Mine are across the way if ever you need to find me. They are much too dark for your tastes I am sure. You are pleased with the home then, yes?"​

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He waited for an answer as the light colored eyes washed over the form of his bride with such curiosity. One thing Daegon was not an expert in was the ways of a woman and their home. Much of what he offered had been things he hoped she liked, but the decorations and the rest, it had been guess work based on what he knew of Seraphina. Yes, he ran the risk of seeming to be overenthusiastic, like someone that had been watching from afar for far longer than what was acceptable. Yet, Daegon did not care. Sera was worth the risk. She was not just an angel, she was HIS angel. Everything had to be perfect.​

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"It is my sincerest hope that you will be happy here. I will spend my life seeing that you are if that is what it takes. Your happiness will always be my most precious promise to you."​

 

[Seraphina Corvinus]

Daegon Corvinus​

Could he hear it?

Her heart was beating faster than the wings of a hummingbird. She almost felt a little bit faint while they walked the halls of the extensive chateau that he had seemingly erected in her name. The name “Heavens Gate” was not lost to her. Nor were all the beautiful pieces of stonework that lined the entryway and grounds. They held the faces of serene, beautiful, strong women that she could only ever aspire to be. They had wings in common. She wished, there was more.

Daegon had taken her through the halls and guided her as a gentleman would. Her hands were clasped before her and her wings were hidden. She didn’t know how he felt about them. She wore a long traveling cloak in a shade of primrose that hid a flowing dress. It wrapped around her neck in a careful halter that was pinned perfectly behind her neck. Soft auburn locks had been drawn partially up while the rest flowed down over her shoulders. The trip from her home to Thyferra had been long.

She should have been exhausted. Instead, her stomach was twisting in knots. Her palms were sweaty.

Eyes of burnt umber kept sweeping the floor. Seraphina had been raised with demure manners that were borderline obedient. He would that while she didn’t flinch back when he neared there was still something in her that screamed of fright. She held the terrified eyes of a fawn and the demeanor of one. Skittish. Afraid. This was not her home—And yet he intended for it to be. Daegon had kept his every word. Every promise. Yet, she still remained just slightly out of reach.

When he opened the doors to the rooms that were to belong to her a soft gasp stilled in her throat.

It was beautiful.

“All of this…This is for me, Lord Corvinus?”

Her chambers; were not his chambers. What did that mean?

She bit her lower lip while stepping gingerly through the doorway. Her shoulders were small. It seemed to be too lovely, too well thought out, for any of it to be real. The quarters that she had held in the Moons of Iego had been spacious, airy, and welcoming. This was different. It was more mature. Still filled with every finery she could ever want. “Everything is wonderful. Are we, really, to live here?”

How could she not be pleased with it?

Her eyes began to burn while she brought her hands up to cover her lips for a moment. She couldn’t help it. The little diathim felt warm water running down her cheeks and hastily moved to wipe it away. Daegon had always tried to please her. Even that day in the garden when she had unknowingly agreed to his ruse. Could she be happy with him?

Before the tournament, before she knew, she had enjoyed his company. Listening to him speak to her father. Crossing paths at a variety of banquets. Being his wife was different. There was obligation, expectations, and it left her so very, very unsure of herself. He seemed to be trying to make the transition less difficult. The departure from the life she had always known, less painful. She appreciated that. His renewed promise to place her happiness above all else was all she needed to bring her back to his side. Tentatively, she reached out and took his hand.

She squeezed three of his fingers.

“Thank you.”

She paused to breathe.

"You do know that we could have lived in a one-room hovel and I would have not complained - Don't you?", she questioned earnestly, not at all besmirching his hard work. Seraphina did not know what she had done to deserve such kindness. Though she still trembled inside like a leaf of the wind—Some of the fear eased. How could it not? If he was dedicated to her as he seemed to be, even, she suspected, decorating for her rather than himself—How could she not take some level of reassurance in that? “You’ve done so much for me in so little time…”, she trailed off, gently, tucking back a small sniffle. She was entirely overwhelmed.

“How will I ever repay you?”

 

[Daegon Corvinus]

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WEARING: xxx
TAG: Seraphina Corvinus

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“All of this…This is for me, Lord Corvinus?”​

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Lord Corvinus!?​

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It was true that the did not know each other to a point that first names came easy, but they were husband and wife. Certainly it was an old habit, and old habits died hard. Still there was something about hearing Seraphina address him in such a formal manner that did not settle well with the Bacta Mogul. It was the same feeling he had every time she used such proper formalities.​

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He sighed.​

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"Yes, my angel, this is all for you, and please. Daegon."​

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She would come with it over time, he was sure, but the Demon would never stop reminding her she did not need to be this way with him, ever. If ever there was one person in the universe who did not need to worry about offending Daegon by ignoring what was conventional, it was her. From the moment he had laid eyes on her, Daegon knew he would do anything for her, and allow her anything she wanted. Why would he ever make her feel as though she had to call him her lord.​

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"We really are to live here. Did I not promise to build you a home that was fitting for a princess?"​

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Large promises or small, Daegon was always making them, and he was set on keeping them. He was careful to not make a promise unless he was certain he could fulfill it. All of them were ultimately designed to keep the one promise he had made the day he asked the one question which had led to all of this. The Demon was truly determined to make The Angel happy.​

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"Thank you."​

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A smile graced his lips when the pressure of her hand squeezed the three fingers she had been gripping. Something electric shot through his veins. A simple gesture with profound power. It was small, a seemingly insignificant gesture to some, but to Daegon it was his world. The two had shared the ceremonial kiss which had sealed their wedding, but beyond that Daegon had not forced any perceived obligation their union might dictate. Oh the Demon knew what he could demand, he simply refused to.​

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Lifting her hand to his lips, Daegon pressed the smallest of kisses to the back of her slender fingers.​

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"You are more than welcome."​

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A soft chuckle escaped his lips at her next words. A hovel?​

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"Cottages and Towers are meant for fairy tales, not for my Angel. You will simply have to suffer all of the opulence I can afford to lavish upon you."​

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It was the one truth he would always remind her of if he needed to. Just because she could be happy with less did not mean she should have to be. Daegon would never allow the princess to live below what her station afforded her. Beyond her the status she could claim, the work Daegon had put into the house was his way of demonstrating how valuable Seraphina was to him. Certainly she could look at the details and the craftsmanship which had gone into the construction of the home and realize it was a testament of her worth to the man.​

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"...And I will spend the rest of my life doing so much for you. Your happiness is the only reward I seek, dearest Seraphina. Tell me you are happy, and that will be more than enough."​

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Daegon looked his new bride directly in the eyes. There was a quiet between them, brief, but powerful. It was as though the Demon was taking the moment to bring them both to a silent understanding.​

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"There is more. My room is this way."​

 

[Seraphina Corvinus]

Daegon Corvinus​

Seraphina paused while a soft blush stole across her cheeks. Her head inclined and dark lashes dusted pale cheeks for a moment, feathering, before she glanced back toward him. The urge to apologize was on the tip of her tongue. Even that—She wasn’t sure of. Was it the right thing to do? Or would that also be a misstep? The meek and mild diathim couldn’t get used to a lack of honorifics. On her homeworld, it was denoted one’s place. He was her husband.

Should she not hold him in the highest esteem?

“Forgive me. I…I will endeavor to do better in the future.”

Her blush deepened whilst he reminded her of his promise and chocolate eyes took in the intricacies of the marble floor tile. Even that seemed to have more things to explore, follow, while it came to crash with plush carpet and expertly painted walls. The gratitude she expressed was only a fraction of what she felt. A word, so ineffective, so small, could only tell the Demon of the Thyferra so much. “I know you what you said, only, men say many things. I did not want you to feel beholden to it. My vows were to be at your side—Wherever that may take us.”

She was amazed that he had. In her limited experience, mostly, from the stories that her handmaidens would tell—Men could be gruff and cruel. It left her waiting for the other shoe to drop. He had saved her from falling into ruin, yet, had asked for nothing more than her hand. Her dowry had been sizeable but it was clear that he didn’t need it. Seraphina watched. She waited. But the drop never came. The bacta mogul was always gentle, patient, with her.

As her fingers wrapped around his she found herself questioning whether it was appropriate. Their lips had met in a brief kiss at the altar, however, that was the extent of their contact. Dancing at a ball in public certainly didn’t count. They were alone here. Curious eyes watched as he lifted her hand to press a kiss to the back of it. She breathed in, blushing anew, before a soft and airy laugh tumbled from primrose lips.

“Are you always this gallant?”

His next words affirmed it. How much more could he provide her? What more did he think she required? The only thing she found herself missing, already, was the family she had left behind. This was the way for a princess. To form bonds, marriage, was a contract. Her people would never want for bacta again. It meant that they would not have to endure hardships caused by a lack of proper medical treatment. “Oh, such suffering.”, she spoke in a sing-song tone, almost, teasing. Was that a bit of humor peeking through her finely crafted exterior?

Seraphina fell silent as her husband finished speaking. He pledged so much while she had so little. Her eyes drew back toward his and she found conviction buried deep within blue orbs. Honesty. He truly only wished for her happiness, it seemed. Pink fabric rustled gently while she leaned forward and let her form rest delicately against his. Still holding his hand, she half-hugged her husband, and let her head rest briefly against his shoulder.

She would be happy for him. If it was what he sought? She would be.

The diathim pulled back and a smile broke the smooth plains of her face. It was like a doll coming to life while little bolts of excitement caused her warm aura to fluctuate. The closer she drew to him, the more he would feel the passive, gentle, loving light pull at his heart. “Show me then, Lor—Daegon.”

She’d caught herself and hid the slip with an ethereal, beaming smile.

“I want to see everything.

 

[Daegon Corvinus]

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WEARING: xxx
TAG: Seraphina Corvinus

"What is there to forgive," Daegon retorted immediately.​

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If only she knew that it had been his meddling which had seen her crying in the garden that fateful day. He had been selfish, yet, he had convinced himself it had all be done for her. Seraphina did not deserve the misery which would have come the marriage which had been arranged for her previously. No, his actions, while painful, had been right. The Demon could only tell himself this was the case.​

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"You will never have anything to apologize for. Here, in this home, we are equal in everything. If I am your lord, then I will insist on making you my queen. Shall I worship you as such?"​

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The question was given partly in jest, but much of Daegon was serious as well. He would treat her like a goddess if she would allow, and even if she did not he would worship her. She spoke of her vows, of men saying many things. The Demon closed his eyes for a brief moment. She had learned the painful way that men did not always keep their promises. Another had promised fidelity and could not keep it. A simple nod of his head would tell the Angel he understood.​

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"I will never break the vows I made to you. You promised to stand at my side, and I promised to make you happy. My life will be spent fulfilling that charge, of that you can be certain."​

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Could she trust him? Deagon would earn it. There must have been some level of trust for her to have answered him as she had that day in the garden. He had not expected her to answer him so readily, but it had moved him to do everything in his power to bring them where they now stood. Yes, there had been agreements. Their marriage would mean all the bacta her people could ever need and more. Yet it had not been for that convenience either of them committed their lives to the other. There was something pure, perhaps the only pure things Daegon would ever know, but he would protect it, guard it. His love for Searphina was genuine, almost holy in its own way.​

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"Gallant is not a word many would use to describe me. Shrewd, cunning, duplicitous even, but gallant has never been among them. You are the first to call me so."​

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Honesty was something Daegon valued despite his nature. At least he would never lie to Seraphina. She would always know the truth from him, and should the day come she asked about his role in the discovery of her suitors debauchery, Daegon would admit it fully.​

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A chuckle escaped his lips as the woman offered a brief retort of sarcasm. The corner of his lips turned upward into a playful smirk.​

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"Beautiful and armed with witty sarcasm. Perhaps I have met my match," the Demon teased in return.​

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For a moment he froze as the woman pressed against him. This was a willing act. How could a small hug be so disarming? She would be his strength and ruin all at once. Daegon only knew this to be the truth. As her head rest against him, the taller man moved them through the sitting room which joined their rooms. She had caught herself, along with another chuckle from Daegon. If she wanted to see it all, she would.​

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His room was the opposite of hers. Where hers was light, his was dark. The gothic room boasted a modern flair, but it was as brooding as the man who would occupy it. They had not needed separate quarters, but the Demon had not known what to expect. While they were husband and wife they did not truly know each other. One kiss had been all they shared up until the brief moments of contact during the small tour of Heaven's Gate. This was the only place in the entire Chateau which reflected the nature of its builder. Daegon had expressed himself here.​

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"You must know I am not a good man, Seraphina. The darkness pulls at me as much as the light radiates from within you. We could not be more opposite. My room... it is a good depiction of who I am."​

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Daegon walked them through the entrance into the darkened chamber.​

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"But you will never have to fear me. You... you will be my light."​

 

[Seraphina Corvinus]

Daegon Corvinus​

Seraphina glanced down immediately at the quick response from Lord Corvinus. She felt thoroughly dressed down, initially, as if no matter how hard she tried to be polite, to be the perfect wife, she failed. The winged-woman wanted to raise her voice to hesitantly apologize for apologizing but that felt like she might be scolded further. Everything in her being insisted that she remain dulcet and subservient. It was not her place to wish, to want, but merely to provide whatever it was that he wished. Her hands laced before her and she dared not meet his eyes.

The diathim did not wish to see the inherent disappointment in his choice.

When she only expected to be chastised further, she was surprised to find that the much more refined man actually explained. What he explained, truly, left her feeling even more confused. They were equal? If she called him Lord—He would call her a Queen? Seraphina shook her head quickly as embarrassment flooded her. “Oh, no, you can’t do that. I’m n-not—”

She started stuttering as being flustered conflicted with her ability to speak. After a moment, she gave up, and her cheeks simply burned. He was teasing her. In the back of her mind, she knew it but the young woman had never really managed to find any sort of confidence living, rather sheltered, in a quaint castle by the sea. Her every move had always been watched. Controlled. This newfound freedom and appreciation were as refreshing as it was puzzling.

The conversation struck a murkier note while they crossed into the subject of the deeds of men.

Seraphina had learned one thing. Not to trust them. Not to believe flowered words, promises, or vows. They broke as easily as glass when a beautiful woman came into the picture. Someone far worldlier than she was. Taller. Thin of waist, large of chest, loose of morals. Chocolate eyes seemed to grow distant while Daegon Corvinus swore to uphold the honeyed pledges he had made for the entirety of her homeworld to hear and see. For the King to be satisfied.

Regardless of what she had learned there was something about him that made her defenses slowly lower. As much as she wanted to stay safe, part of her, wanted to trust him. Wanted to find this pure happiness that he spoke of. Sera wanted to believe that it existed. That it could be real.

That there was more to life than gazing from a window.

Her fingers wrapping around his own was a brave gesture, even if, he didn’t know it. The soft teasing that she uttered was a break from the timid creature that stood in the hallway. Even if it only appeared in brief whispers. Daegon called himself a myriad of negative things and she shook her head softly. Chestnut curls tumbled over her shoulders like silk. “You have never been as such in my eyes.”

The compliment to her wit caused her chin to duck down while she blushed anew.

This time, though, her lips were touched with the hint of a forbidden smile. Happy. Was this what it was like? Feeling a little butterfly of excitement in the pit of her stomach? The half-hug that she gave him was spur-of-the-moment and touched with sincere warmth. When he seemed to still at her embrace, she almost pulled away, but instead, let her head continue to rest against him. For just a moment. Just a little moment, a pause, where she felt safe. Wanted. He chuckled when she blushed through and through and her heart warmed toward him a little more. He wasn’t laughing at her. He just genuinely seemed to enjoy her presence. Her sweetness wasn’t dulled when he tried to explain what a terrible person he was. She shook her head.

“You were...You are always good to me. Opposite or not; a room is just a room.”, she responded gently as he led her through the sitting room to his private quarters. The area was sheathed in darkness and stoic modernity. It was practical and shrew. “We are neither light nor dark.”

“You are my husband. I am your wife.”

That was what mattered. She was heartened once more when he seemed to be aware of her apparently, poorly hidden, apprehensions about the more brutish sex in general. The diathim left his arm to step further into his rooms but froze mid-movement. This was his space. “Am I permitted to look around?”, she questioned, carefully, not wanting to push her boundaries. Or his.

Everything was so new.

Seraphina…Desperately, didn’t want to mess it up.

 

[Daegon Corvinus]

WEARING: xxx
TAG: Seraphina Corvinus

Seraphina was flustered, and it only made Daegon smile even more. He watched as her cheeks burned with a bright color. The Demon had not wanted to make her blush, but he found now that he could, he would be sorely tempted to do it often. The Angel of Thyferra was more than just a queen to him, and over time she would see it. Whether she wanted him to or not, Daegon would not only worship her, but everything she could ever want would be hers the instant she asked. It was simply the nature of his feelings for the woman.​

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"No, perhaps you are not, maybe you are much more, my Angel."​

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His. It was the one word which mattered most. He had set out to make the woman his, and he had done so. Now he would spend his life earning her trust, and living for her happiness. Daegon had no delusions it would be easy, but he did know he was up for the task. Too much of his time, energy, and other resources had been invested in this one singular goal, in one woman. How could he do anything but continue down the path he had chosen, the path his feelings had pulled him towards.​

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Her retort had set him back slightly. If only she knew what he had done to secure her. Daegon would have to tell her. The day would come where that could no longer be a secret he held from her. No doubt the truth would win out, and when it did, he wanted her to hear it from him rather than another. Maybe this was the moment he should tell her. After all, she seemed to never have held him as what he described. How could she have not seen that side of him? It was something she needed to be aware of if they were to be true equals, if she were to share in his endeavors and achievements.​

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It had been her teasing wit and disarming hug which had stopped him. As her head rest against him, the Demon could not bring himself to tear them away from this moment. For so long he wanted to feel her embrace, and now that he had, he was loathe to part from it. Even as the moved to his room, he did not let her go. No, they would never be so far apart again, not as long as he could help it.​

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Once again she insisted they simply were. How could his goodness to her make him such and that alone in her eyes. Neither light nor dark, anyone who would observe them would know that was not true and yet, she was right. Daegon was not going to argue this point, because there was nothing to counter with.​

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They were husband and wife, and that was all there was to it. Together they were one, neither light nor dark.​

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Daegon nodded his head. His truth pressed down for now. There would be another time to tell her.​

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He smiled again as she asked permission to look. Daegon had reluctantly let her go. Seraphina was free to come and go as she pleased, and he would never take that freedom from her. He did find it humorous that she had just commented about being husband and wife, and now wanted to know if she could look around his room. There was an innocence about her which Daegon loved, a purity he hoped she would never lose.​

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He motioned her forward.​

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"You are my wife, and I am your husband," was all the answer he gave before walking toward the window.​

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His eyes looked across the mountain where one could still see the efforts being made to terraform the planet off in the distance. Thyferra was a project, as was this marriage they had entered into. As with the planet, Daegon was confident that what they would build together would be something beautiful.​

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"You should know," he said looking back toward her, "you are welcome here whenever you like. The door will always be open to you. I know I should not have presumed to make separate rooms for us, but also did not wish to presume the opposite. I promised that we would be together when you were ready, and I suppose the separate chambers were one way I could convey the sincerity of my promise in that regard."​

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He took a step toward the Angel.​

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"I know you have not known me long, and I have spent most of our time of knowing each other observing from a distance, but there is one thing you should know, one thing that will always be true."​

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"I love you. I have from the moment we met, and I shall always until the end of time itself."​