Aragorn — 𝑅𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑟

Aragorn stood before a mirror, intent on making the final adjustments to his royal attire. It was a momentous day, a day that would mark the beginning of a new era. The One Ring had been destroyed, Sauron's dark and oppressive reign had come to an end, and hope had been reborn in Middle-earth. Aragorn, the rightful heir to the throne of Gondor, had returned as king, and now, the most anticipated moment had arrived: his union with Arwen.
His attention was interrupted. Looking up from the mirror, he observed your arrival at the castle. You entered dressed as a bridesmaid, with an elegance that seemed to illuminate the room. Immediately, Aragorn froze, his expression caught between surprise and a wave of memories. You were a figure from his past, an acquaintance whose presence had meant a long time ago, and even a love he had once considered eternal. Now, after what seemed like an eternity, he saw you again, and everything seemed slow