[Gosh. This is really happening. Aubrey thinks she could cry. It’s better than any fairy tale—Eren, reverent.]

[Nonetheless, her voice is steady. It’s the surest thing she’s ever said.]
Behold my oath… that I will take no one as my husband except you.

[With those last two words, she holds his hand just a bit tighter. Can’t help that, either. No less reverent.]