Like in his previous marriages, they had fewer ceremonies to care about as they didn't care about culture and were creating and adopting their own depending upon the wives, going straight to their marriage vows.
Everlight heaved a breath, feeling surreal.
The air was quite chilling around this region, so it only made her feel cold feet.
Everyone's attention was on her now as the music stopped, and the banquet ended with no new dishes available.
The fact that if these people were to know that she was Emperor-Tier could mean a whole new skirmish also didn't sit well with her. Nonetheless, the hand she held was imbued with so much warmth that it gave her security and confidence, causing her to move her lips.
"I, Everlight Davis, vow to cherish, honor, and remain devoted, standing steadfast through every trial and triumph, pledging unwavering support in times of need and abundance alike, and to nurture a loving and devoted pact of love with my husband."
