Tissuria was indeed a kingdom of many traditions. Just when Zenia thought that the ceremony was finally over, the King stood up.
"Let the ceremonial dance begin!"
Zenia's jaw dropped when she heard the King's announcement. Vaughn could tell that his wife wanted to return to her room and rest. It had already been an exhausting day for her. He sighed as he stood up and extended his hand to take hers.
Zenia looked at Vaughn with pleading eyes. Vaughn just shook his head gently. He lowered his head and whispered in her ears.
"We should go through this. Please bear with it a little more. I will compensate you for this."
"You will give me anything I ask?"
Vaughn nodded.
"You, don't go back on your words." Zenia's eyes began to beam with delight.
"Anything, except divorcing me."
