Chapter 18: THE KISS
Arella felt as if the world had come to a complete standstill. Heat spread ever so steadily from where their hands held, all the way up to her pounding heart. It was as if with the simple touch, something had changed between them. "With this ring, I symbolize our union." Varziel's gaze was focused on Arella's hands.
Arella would have felt self-conscious were she not her mother's daughter. She let him stare at her hands, sure they were pretty with all the work the young angels had done.
The room erupted in a chorus of hymns once the ring was settled in her finger. It was a perfect fit.
The sound of the chorus reverberated through the hall, so much so that the walls shook ever so slightly. The sound caused King Varziel to snap out of looking at her fingers.
That was the final blessing that the angels were giving her; that was the one thing Arella knew.
"You may now kiss the bride." The officiant's voice was loud over the voices of the angels.
Arella looked up at her new husband, suddenly aware of the close proximity between them. She couldn't even handle their skin touching, and the officiant wanted them to what?
To kiss?
To kiss!
Arella felt her heartbeat increase. She was not ready for this.
Was she attracted to the demon king?