PINK uwu
I shall wear my sofa blazer and a veil woven from the finest kitten whiskers (humanely sourced, of course). it shall be a small affair, with a buffet of beans and toast for u, and mayonnaise pudding for me. we shall invite the queen to officiate the affair over skype, and when she inevitably ignores us, we'll light fourth of july sparklers and cut our wedding cake with a guillotine. everyone will clap. for the reception, we shall host an underwhelming party at a cat cafe, to which only cats and us will attend.
we'll live in england, of course, until i assassinate you on our two year anniversary. then i shall have to go into hiding on some far off, remote island, like australia. i will mourn your death once a year by suffering down increasingly bland british food (seasoned with mayonnaise and tobasco sauce) until i die of kidney failure or something equally unexceptional. in the afterlife, you will offer me a place in your harem, but i will smartly decline, expecting that ur afterwives are aware of my deeds and will attempt to double assassinate me.
