She’s made her vows to the man of her dreams.
She made so many wishes like the spoiled girl she was, never realizing how perfectly precious every blessing she had already was. And he gave them to her, every one within his power, wrapped up in white lace and a golden ring.
“Remy, you have me,” Rogue vows into her sleeping husband’s ear. Even unconscious, he tightens his arms around her. “I’m yours.”