I suck in a breath, slowly. My blood pumping through my body faster than I would like my heart to pump out, but I have no choice. Here was a God that is claiming, I’m his bride. I had to sit but stand again as I feel restless and unsure of this. What did I get myself into? What is this lunatic trying to do?
I glance at the said lunatic from time to time. He just stares at me like a painting whose eyes follow you everywhere, stoic and calm like always. His face is serene and beautiful though, it really does look like earth's Greek god statues but with grey hair that shimmered like the stars.
“I can’t believe you said that!” I finally say after I snap myself out of my staring. “Also, showing yourself like that in front of all those sick people!”
His face doesn’t give anything at all about
