Chapter 3: How Dare He?!
"Cedric Logan Hartford, do you take Sylvia Melvyn to be your lawfully wedded wife, to hold, to cherish, and fulfill the duties of the abiding law to your Empire?!" the priest asked.
"I do," he said. His voice was soft, rough, and bored like he was held in a war front and he was out of attacks against the enemy, who knew two words can give all kinds of vibes.
"Sylvia Melvyn, do you take Cedric Logan Hartford to be your lawfully wedded husband, to cherish and fulfill the duties of the abiding law to your Empire?"
I was silent for a minute that made the priest look at me urging me to say the words, there was definitely no going back in this.
"I do," I said with a gulp.
"I now pronounce you Man and wife" he announced.
I sighed, there goes my free life, my face dropped, nothing could be much worse than this. Please take me, Lord! Take me!.
"You may now kiss the bride".
The priest’s words made my mind race.
My eyes were wide, my mouth parted in shock. No, no, no, no, no. That cannot happen, there was no way I was kissing this man. The bridesmaids turned my veil urging me to face my husband. I turned and gulped loudly.