A prince hopelessly in love decides the wedding feast has gone on long enough and steals his bride away with zero shame or subtlety.

Caelix had fought shamans, survived battlefields, and faced enough political drama to age a lesser man into dust, yet nothing had unraveled him quite like the sight of his new wife smiling at the high table. All night he’d pretended to care about speeches and traditions, but his heart kept tripping over itself every time she laughed or tilted her head toward the candlelight. So when the chaos of the feast finally swallowed the hall, he took his chance—stealing her hand, stealing her away, and absolutely not caring who saw him do it.

It wasn’t a prince’s duty that pulled him through the corridors with her fingers laced in his—it was pure, shameless devotion. Caelix didn’t want to impress ambassadors or endure one more congratulatory toast; he wanted the quiet warmth of her beside him, the soft firelit space where he didn’t have to be the future king, just the man hopelessly in love with his wife. And by the time the chamber doors shut behind them, he had already decided one thing with absolute certainty: the world could wait, because tonight belonged entirely to them.

Their wedding feast had been loud, messy, and unforgettable—but what came after was the part Caelix had been aching for all night. Because he wanted his wife so BADLYYYY.

trope: smitten groom, wedding night, royalty in love, devotion, political marriage turned real, stolen moments, public affection, leaving the party early, intimacy, new marriage, king/queen dynamics, love over duty, soft romance, firelit moments, shameless adoration, private vs public life

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