Malika stood frozen to the ground, shock and bewilderment washing down her entire being as she witnessed the inexplicable change of event transpiring before her eyes.
From the moment they began walking down the aisle, her gaze narrowed to the supposed groom expected to be lord Damien standing on the altar, but rather her gaze fell on the vampire king standing on the altar with a wicked grin on his face.
She was too stricken with shock to speak, she couldn't comprehend the situation of what was occurring at the moment, but it was blatantly clear that Rama was no longer getting married to lord Damien but the King.
As an insignificant creature living in the midst of the night creatures, she fell tightlipped, not pointing out the obvious that she was getting married to the wrong groom and no one else seemed to notice, or probably they had no say in the matter and didn't care.
