Dallen had never thought that far in the future, never had anything in his life go how he wanted it to think about what he might want after.
He had never allowed himself to dream.

But as he stared at Tylorie before him and listened to Jent officiating the ceremony he knew that there was no place he'd rather be, and maybe there was something to dreams after all.

She'd never planned to get married, never known how long her life was going to be. She wasn't wearing the prettiest dress, she was actually wearing her spy uniform.

She and Dallen hadn't wanted to wait any longer than they had to. So when she suggested Jent could marry them, and he could because of his rank in the government or whatnot they had jumped at the chance.

Wedding dresses weren't something that spies kept handy, but they had plenty of uniforms, and somehow Dallen had got a suit, he said he got it from Jent. Sometimes Jent's ability to have exactly what they needed when they needed it was uncanny. And if she wasn't preoccupied with getting married she would look into it more.

There wasn't that many people in attendance, a few of her former acquaintances who had the day off, Jent had somehow brought Solomon the dog who had been happy to see Dallen, but none of that mattered to her. What mattered that she was marrying the love of her life,

"Do you?" Jent asked.

"I do" Tylorie sealed her fate.

"And do you?" he asked Dallen.

"I do."

And nothing in the world could change that.