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We both knew how it’s going to happen the moment Ahbaya accepted that we do the mating ceremony. But did we know how to do it? Heck no. I got a little lesson from Yohan, but I deemed it wasn’t enough.

Ahbaya and I went out of the room, wearing the clothes we made from animal hide. The ones we hunted from robust mountains of the Eastern Kingdom’s forest.

Her fingers fidgeted as I held her hand in mine. “Are you ready to do this?” Ahbaya asked, sounding a bit fidgety. Her shaky eyes gazed at, pupils dilated from the darkness around us.

“I am.” Was my answer, letting out a smile.

“Well...” There are rare moments when Ahbaya was this unsure of herself.

I held up her left hand, and pressed it against my lips and gave it a kiss. “Don’t be. I want us to be officially mated within the presence of the moon goddess.” I tried to convince her through my shaky voice. And I hope she doesn’t notice the lines rolling off my tongue was something I thought of just in case she gets cold feet. “I’