CHAPTER 10 :

Soon, we're at the church with me walking towards the aisle and he waiting at the altar. We stand high, facing eachother as the priest steps in.

"Do you Dravon, accept this man as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." He states with a voice full of serenity.

"And, do you Daemon, accept this man as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

Okay, this is a bit extra. But, I'll manage.

"I do." I speak, my voice louder than it was supposed to be.

"I believe that the both of you have chosen to write their own vows." Oh shit, I haven't!

Dravon clears his throat as he proceeds to speak, "Daemon, I vow to love you faithfully, forsaking all others. I promise to love, to trust and to respect you. To comfort you in times of need and keep you safe. All that I have is now yours. I give you my hand and my heart for as long as we both shall live." I hear sobbing sounds from the audience, when I look at them, almost all of them are in tears.

Okay, I. Don't. Know. What. To. Say. How did he even make all that up? It felt so real. It's like, he practised the pep talk in the mirror.

My turn, people. Okay, Daemon, you can do this! My subconscious pats my back.

"Dravon, I vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health. I promise to love you unconditionally, to honour and respect you, to bring you solace in times of need. I promise to cherish you, for as long as we both shall live." I was holding my breath for the whole time, and this time, the audience gasps. Means, I did well.

Dravon's eyes bore into mine, as I feel the intensity of his gaze and I avert my gaze towards the floor. A person brings us two rings and we both take one.

"With this ring, I thee wed." He speaks as he puts the ring in my ring finger. It's a thick dome shaped platinum ring with diamonds studded all the way around it's circumference. Jesus, he's filthy rich. Ofcourse, he's a royal heir, after all.

"With this ring, I thee wed." I say, as I put in the simple yet elegant platinum ring in his ring finger.

"With the power vested in me, by the gods and the oceans and seas, I now pronounce you both married. You may kiss the groom." SHIT. THE MOST DREADED PART IS HERE.

My heart is slamming against my chest, as I feel that it may pop out of my mouth any second. Oh Jesus, save me. I utter a silent prayer, as Dravon moves towards me. Oh no. Oh no. Hey, why the fuck am I so nervous? It's not like I haven't kissed guys before plus, it's a fake wedding.

Dravon grasps me by my collar, as he pulls me towards him and his lips crash onto mine. I part my lips, for an unknown reason, and he slides his tongue inside. I can barely keep up with the aggressive kiss he's offering. For support, I grab his face, as he deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of my mouth. The kiss is filled with anger, desperation which makes it more hungry and ravenous. And, I swear, I felt sparks fly.

Finally, when we break away, I'm gasping for breath, and he has a smug smile on his lips. This was handsdown the best kiss I've ever had. The crowd cheers with joy, as they open up a few champagne bottles. I hope I was as happy as they are.

"What was that?" I ask him, when I spot him staring at me.

"What?" He questions me back as if he doesn't know the fuck I'm talking about.

"The kiss." I tell him, my hands crossed across my chest.

"I told you, that I needed to make it all seem real." He archs an eyebrow at me.

"Oh yeah? Did you forget that we are in the church? That kiss was heavily indecent." I frown at him, not quite understanding why he kissed me like that.

"Whatever. It's not like it means anything to me. You mean nothing to me. And are just a pawn for me to save my family. Don't ever think that I care about you or feel something towards you, because I don't and I never will." He snaps, as his voice dawns with coldness once again. What he said, was like a low blow to the gut, but it's true anyways. That kiss means nothing.

Yet, I can't help but feel a bit hurt. And I feel angry. Why is he so distant and cold? Once he behaves like, he has an undying desire for me, passion he's never felt before and the next second, poof! He's back to his cold self with that stone cold heart inside his chest. I huff, as I start stomping away.