Let's Train Heroine

After few more blowjobs, and naughty fun, one day, as the sun set over the quiet hills, casting the sky in soft shades of pink and gold, Maris and Lucan sat together under a large oak tree, looking out over the valley. Only a week remained before they would leave to train under Aurelia's guidance. The idea of being gone for so long stirred something restless in Maris's heart.

Turning to Lucan, she took a deep breath and asked softly, "Lucan-sama, do you think… do you think we could get married before we leave?"

Lucan blinked in surprise, a smile spreading slowly across his face. "Marry before we go?"

"Yes!" Maris grinned, her eyes shining with excitement. "I mean… if you want to. We've been through so much already, and I just feel like… well, why wait? I want us to be together in every way when we leave."

Lucan thought for a moment, watching the way the evening light softened Maris's features. There was a warmth in his chest that he couldn't deny.

"You're right," he said finally, nodding. "We should get married, Maris. Let's do it."

Maris's face lit up, and she nearly leaped into his arms. "Really?! Oh, Lucan-sama, we're going to be married!" She laughed, pressing her hands to her face, then jumping up in a whirl of excitement. "There's so much to do! Invitations to send, dresses to prepare…!"

Lucan chuckled, catching her hand and pulling her back down beside him. "Slow down. Let's make a list, and we'll get everything sorted together."

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In the days that followed, Maris and Lucan worked tirelessly to prepare for their wedding. They sent word to their family and friends, and the excitement in the village grew as people whispered about the upcoming ceremony.

On the morning of the wedding, the village square was transformed. Flowers decorated every corner, and garlands hung from tree branches and doorways. A light breeze carried the scent of lavender and wildflowers, filling the air with a sense of peace and joy. Rows of chairs had been set up, each tied with a delicate white ribbon, leading up to a small wooden arch adorned with freshly picked blooms.

Maris stood in her little room, staring at herself in the mirror. She wore a simple yet elegant white dress that flowed down to her ankles, with lace details that caught the light. Her sister, Sarina, stood beside her, adjusting the last few pieces of her veil.

"You look beautiful, Maris," Sarina said softly, her voice full of pride.

Maris turned, tears shimmering in her eyes. "Thank you, Sarina. I can't believe today is really happening."

Sarina smiled, giving her a gentle squeeze. "It is. And you deserve every bit of this happiness."

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Lucan's mother, Seraphina "Everyone's ready, dear," she said warmly. "Are you?"

Maris nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yes. I'm ready."

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Outside, Lucan stood at the altar. He wore a dark suit that brought out the deep color of his eyes, his hair combed back with a sense of elegance. His brother, Hugo, clapped a hand on his shoulder and leaned in.

"Nervous?" Hugo asked.

"A little," Lucan admitted, laughing. "But… I'm more excited than anything."

Hugo chuckled. "Good. Because if you weren't, Saint Maris might just drag you up here herself."

Their laughter died down as the music began, a soft melody played by a group of local musicians. All eyes turned toward the aisle as Maris appeared, escorted by her father. She moved with a grace and beauty that left Lucan breathless, her gaze meeting his as she walked toward him, every step full of love and joy.

When she reached the altar, Lucan took her hands, as they stood together before the gathering of family and friends. The officiant, an older man with a warm smile, cleared his throat and began.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Maris and Lucan," he began, his voice rich and steady. "These two have journeyed far and faced many trials together, and it is a great joy to witness them coming together in love."

As the ceremony continued, Lucan stole glances at their guests. His mother, sisters, brothers and their wives and children, were seated in the front row, both watching him. Maris's sister, Sarina, sat nearby with her family.

Toward the back, Lucan saw Julia, Hima, Rina, and Olive, each of them smiling in their own way. Julia gave him a little nod, and Hima waved with an impish grin. Rina, with her quiet strength, simply watched with an approving smile, while Olive gave a slight nod.

When it came time to exchange vows, Maris's voice was steady, though filled with emotion.

"Lucan, from the moment we met, I felt like I'd found something I didn't even know I was searching for. You've been my strength, my courage, and my heart. I promise to stand by you, through every challenge and every joy, for as long as we both live."

"Maris," Lucan looked at her, "I was selfish and thought of using you, but now... You become someone that... I love, the first person I fall in love, want to protect and give everything I can to make you smile. I promise to be there for you, to cherish you with all that I am, always."

As they exchanged rings, the crowd watched in silence. The officiant's voice rang out clearly.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Lucan and Maris leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender, heartfelt kiss. The crowd erupted into applause, cheers filling the air as they sealed their vows. Maris blushed, laughing as they broke apart, her cheeks flushed with joy.

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The reception was filled with laughter, dancing, and endless stories. Hugo raised a toast, lifting his glass high.

"To my brother and his beautiful wife. May your love be as strong as your spirit and as boundless as your hearts. Cheers!"

Everyone raised their glasses, clinking them together as Lucan and Maris beamed at one another. Maris's sister, Sarina, gave a toast as well.

Throughout the evening, friends and family mingled, sharing memories and laughter. Julia, Hima, Rina, and Olive came over to Maris and Lucan at one point, each offering their heartfelt congratulations.

"You two make a wonderful couple," Julia said, her voice soft. "I wish you all the happiness in the world."

Olive, usually so quiet, offered a small smile. "Congratulations. You both look happy."

Hima and Rina also said their congratulations.

As the evening drew to a close, Lucan and Maris stood together, watching their loved ones dance and celebrate under the stars. Maris leaned her head on Lucan's shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her.

"We did it," she whispered, squeezing his hand. "We're married."

Lucan smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Yes, we are. And I couldn't be happier."