The Past 3:
"What do you mean you are different!?" Amelie asked, confusion clouding her eyes. She shifted closer, looking intently into Gabriel’s face.
"Father always stresses it. My mother wasn’t the Luna Queen, but someone—someone he won’t tell me about," Gabriel explained, the topic clearly a source of deep-seated unease. "My elder brother died mysteriously one day, and because of that, the immense responsibility of the entire Aurevalis kingdom has been shoved onto me." He looked away, his gaze lifting toward the pleasant blue sky, burdened by his fate.
Amelie shifted her weight, propping herself up on her elbows. Her face now hovered directly above his as she placed her palm softly against his cheek. "Gabriel, you have me," she offered sincerely. "I can manage your work as your assistant, if that’s what you need."
Gabriel smiled genuinely, his hand wrapping securely around her waist, drawing her warm body close against his chest. She listened to the fast, powerful rhythm of his heart beating against her ear.
"Do you miss your mother?" she asked softly.
"A lot," Gabriel answered promptly.
Amelie simply tightened her hold on him, offering silent comfort. As a gentle breeze blew through the carriage window, soft petals of the jasmine she smelled like fluttered down over both of them. Gabriel picked one such petal from Amelie’s hair before smoothly sitting up, taking care to keep her cradled securely in his embrace.
"With you, I don’t have to wear any mask, Amelie," he confessed, looking deeply into her eyes. He suddenly revealed a simple, elegant ring cradled in his palm. "Will you marry me and be mine forever?"
"Gabriel, what is this? Is this how a man proposes?" Amelie teased, her face radiating with bright joy and affection despite the suddenness. "Of course, I will marry you," she whispered with happiness before extending her left to him.
Gabriel carefully slid the ring onto her fourth finger and then kissed the knuckles of her hand, sealing the promise. Their eyes locked for one breathless moment, and then their lips crashed together.
Amelie’s hands wrapped around his neck, pulling herself impossibly closer as they kissed like there was no tomorrow.
He gently nipped her lip, causing her to gasp in a mix of pain and pleasure, which he used as an invitation to slide his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues met and eagerly intertwined, then withdrew and sought each other again. The powerful, combined scents of their pheromones completely enveloped the air around them, igniting the intense fire of passion between them.

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