"Alastor, how are things going? Is my bride happy?" Killian asked.
Alastor glared at Killian who was lying up on a makeshift bed for more than an hour now. "You would know if you leave this tent and take a look around. The princess has been getting ready from the moment she arrived. She must be putting on her dress by now. You should start putting on your clothes in the next few minutes. The wedding will start shortly."
"Hmm. Very good. Can you believe that I will become a husband?" Killian asked, sitting up from where he had been sleeping.
"No," Alastor bluntly replied. "If not for wanting to stop you from destroying her kingdom, I know the princess would not be marrying you today. I did expect you would have to force some young lady to marry you. How she tolerates your playful nature is a mystery."
