Clementine:
I watched him hold his hand out for me, and I placed mine in his without hesitation. A small laugh escaped my lips as he pulled me closer and spun me gently.
My dress swayed around my legs as my boots brushed the road. I swung around with my arm raised over my head, his hand guiding mine. For the first time, the North did not feel terrifying.
"You look like you are enjoying this," Ian remarked, smiling as he guided me into a slow turn.
"That is because I am," I replied, grinning as he caught me again. "I never thought I would have such a perfect wedding in the North."
My words made him smile. He lifted my hand and made me twirl under his arm. I moved too fast and stumbled a little, but he quickly steadied me by the waist.
"So," he uttered, lowering his voice slightly as he pulled me closer, one hand behind my back and the other holding mine, our steps matching as we danced together. "How many kids do you think we will have?"
I nearly tripped again.
"Ian," I laughed, pressing my hand against his chest. "We just got married. You are already thinking about children."
"That does not answer the question," he replied, playfully frowning.
I tilted my head and rolled my eyes upward, pretending to think.
"Maybe two or three. Not too many. I cannot handle too many of you running around." I stated.
He gave my back a small squeeze, making me shyly bite my bottom lip.
"That is fair," he said. "I will need some peace too. I cannot handle too much noise, especially since you will be controlling everything."
I raised my eyebrow at him, giving him a look that told him he was not wrong.
He guided me into another slow circle. Our steps stayed perfectly in rhythm, even though we had never practiced before.
We moved in wide turns, then smaller ones, my dress brushing against his leg each time he spun me.
As we danced near the darker corners, I noticed shapes shifting nearby. Hands reached out but stopped short. The monsters lingered at a distance, watching us, but they did not come closer. We stayed careful without breaking our rhythm.
"Do you think we will ever get out of the North?" I asked quietly as we danced, guiding us away from the darker corners. "Do you think we will ever leave the academy behind?"
He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, stopping my words. When he pulled back, he kept dancing with me.
"Let’s not talk about that tonight," he said softly. "Tonight is ours."
I nodded and let the question go. He spun me again, slower this time, as if he wanted to watch my dress move. I laughed and followed his steps easily.
I pulled away and gave him a small bow. He bowed back, one hand on his chest and the other behind his back. Then we stepped toward each other.
We raised our hands without touching, leaving a small space between our palms and forearms. Our elbows bent as we circled each other, our eyes locked.

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