< Aero >My jaw tensed at the temper simmering inside me. I had no desire to hold a woman’s hand, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to keep up appearances.The bride, however, lifted her hands up without a second thought and waited for me to hold it.When the high priest cleared his throat, that was when I realized I hadn’t actually moved yet.With a deep breath to settle my developing temper, I accepted her hands, enveloping them with my large palm.“Your Majesty, you may now say your vows,” the old man stated. I gave him an arched brow. What did he say again?“Start with your bride’s name, Your Majesty, and say your vows loudly for all to hear,” he reminded.I had to take another deep breath to control the growing turmoil inside me. Fuck! Why must there be vows in a wedding? I should abolish this when I get my hands on paperworks again.
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