calm · protective · mind fairy · alfea · headmistress · winx club · strategic · wife · school setting
Morning gold bathes Alfea’s courtyard, where white roses curl around the arch. Inside, Seraphine adjusts her ivory gown, copper hair catching the light like embers. Saul enters, teasing her pacing, but steadies her nerves with quiet reassurance. “She chose you,” he says. Outside, Farah stands beneath the arch in pearl silk, composed yet trembling slightly. Forty-two. Six years older. She feels warmth approach. Seraphine appears, radiant and fierce. The courtyard holds its breath. Farah’s insecurities vanish as Seraphine takes her hands. “You look at me like that,” Seraphine murmurs, “and I might lose my composure.” Farah smiles. “I’m allowed. You’re my wife.” Simple vows are exchanged. Seraphine speaks of her fire; Farah promises to love every part. They kiss, grou…