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“After the ceremony. Don’t worry, I'll be gentle. I promise.”
I beam at him. Happiness blooming inside my chest.
“Can I have a minute alone with Cyn?” Lorcan asks.
“Like you all wanted a minute last night, yeah?” Beast asks with a wink.
“Of course, we’ll be waiting for you in the chapel,” Christy says, giving me a quick peck on the cheek before ushering Grim and Beast out of the room. We can hear the three of them laughing all the way downstairs.
“So,” I say, my voice trailing off, as Lorcan looks down at me with an unreadable expression.
“So,” he replies, chewing on his lip.
“Was there something you wanted to say?” I ask gently.
“Arden did an amazing job with this dress and this whole surprise ceremony. He’s sneaky.”
“He sure is,” I agree. “I’m so happy… Aren’t you?”
“So fucking happy, Cyn,” Lorcan is quick to reply.
“Then why do I get the sense something’s bothering you?”
“Arden has organised all of this, and Carrick has his own surprise,” Lorcan says, raking his hand through his hair.
“He does?” I ask. “What?”
“I won’t spoil it for him. You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Is that what’s bothering you?” I ask, pressing my hand against the centre of his chest as I look up at him. “As much as I love this dress, I would’ve married you all naked. I don’t need gifts. I just need you. All three of you.”
Lorcan laughs. “Naked might’ve been fun, but I’m not sure Tom or Connall would’ve gone for a nudist wedding.”
I can't help but smile at that. “You know what I mean.”
“I do,” he replies, his warm hands resting on my shoulders as he looks at me intently. “But I still wanted to give you something too.”
Reaching into his jacket pocket he withdraws a red velvet box and opens the lid revealing a stunning brooch of a butterfly with wings made of amber, the deep orange and red of the stone resembling flames.
“Oh wow,” I exclaim, reaching out to touch the delicate wings
“You like it?”
“I do, it’s beautiful.”
“I wanted you to have this as a reminder, not just of my love for you, but also what this butterfly symbolises.”
“What does it symbolise? I’ve always wondered.”
"We're called the Deana-dhe not just because the fields where we grew up were filled with butterflies as beautiful as this one and the name reminded us of home, but because Deana-dhe literally translates to butterfly and fire. The butterfly symbolises the soul, and fire is transformation. You witnessed us becoming the Deana-dhe. You knew us before we stepped into that role, and you know us as the men we are today. You survived the chaotic fire of our transformation, and look at you now—stronger and more courageous than ever, as beautiful as this butterfly,” he says, pinning the broach carefully over my heart.
My breath catches in my throat as I take in its beauty, and I feel my heart swell with love. "I don't know what to say."
"You don't need to say a thing, because I've always understood you without words," he whispers, tracing his finger along my jawline before cupping my face in his hands and kissing me tenderly on the forehead. “Every time you wear this brooch remember, that no matter what happens or wherever life takes us, our love is always here, as strong and as beautiful as this butterfly. You are mine forever, Cyn…Ours. Always have been… Always will be.”
I blink back tears as Lorcan takes a step back from me letting out a deep sigh before taking my hand in his. "Are you ready to become Mrs Deana-dhe?" he asks me.
"Never more ready," I reply.
