Balthier would have married Aerith again in a heartbeat, but seeing her light up and snoop the second she set foot in the ruins made his heart all that much more elated that this woman is his wife. It's so easy to imagine years spooling out like this, full of adventure and laughter.

His pulse quickens as she loops those jewels around his neck, and he happily obliges the way she leads him toward the throne, not questioning the jolt of want her leading him ignites, even if he's immediately aware it will be resurfacing in his thoughts later.

"Is that an order, your grace?" he teases. "This is your honeymoon; it's only fair you get what you want."