The actual ceremony goes by in a blur, I am numb again. I register the pauses as the dark priest waits for my responses and I mimic the expected words in repose. I am painfully aware though of the deep and troubled growls as I say “I do” and I can only hope until death do us part comes sooner than later.
I feel sick inside as Sammael’s lips crush onto my own sealing the final step in the ceremony. There are cheers from the crowd as he takes my hand and turns us to face our subjects. Basking in their adulation. He looks to my father expectantly and I follow his gaze.
What I find there snaps me right back to the moment, my fathers face is incandescent with rage as he takes a purposeful step towards us. “Who are these prisoners?” He demands.
Sammael gives a dismissive glance and a half
