"All right, all right! If you’re so against it, then we can work together to sabotage our own wedding!”
“Wait– what?!” the Elf’ eyebrows knitted together for a moment as he wouldn’t expect her to suggest such a thing.
Eriston kept a slightly cautious eye on her as she neared the priest and lowered herself to receive the circlet.
He went back to the day that their official engagement had been announced and was told she was going to be his bride-to-be. This was a marriage bound by politics and he only hoped for the slightest strike of luck that he may fall in love. Eriston looked down and gulped.
Eriston looked at Kashtara. He's marrying her. He's marrying the beautiful girl in front of him, whose kindness and consideration he feels he is undeserving of.
He was called to receive the circlet and he stepped forward.










