The priest looked at Zivan and asked.
Zivan, who was lost in Marcella's eyes, didn't even hear the said words and the whole hall became silent.
"Ahem ..Zivan Maximus Regalhelm, do you take her as your wife?" The priest cleared his throat loudly and asked again.
"Ummm?" Zivan looked at him with confusion for a second before nodding his head lightly.
"Yes, I do," Zivan said.
"Marcella Jane Bolton, do you take this man, Zivan Maximus Regalhelm, as your husband?" Priest smiled and looked at Marcella.
"I do," Marcella said in a small voice.
Then the priest took their hands and bound them with a red ribbon.
"You can take you vows now,"
Zivan looked at the woman standing in front of him and felt tongue tight.
Her hand which was now bound with his felt soft and sweaty.
Indicating that he wasn't the only one feeling nervous. He smiled softly at the woman and gathered his courage to speak vows.
