The air thrummed with anticipation, a tangible energy that vibrated against my skin. Every eye in the crowded square was fixed on us, and for a moment, all I could hear was the frantic beating of my own heart.
The village head's voice boomed, each word echoing in my ears: "Master Killian, are you prepared to take Miss Amelia as your wife, in sickness, and in health, in life and in death? Do you vow to remain by her side through all trials and tribulations, to love and protect her unconditionally?"
My gaze met Killian's, and a silent promise passed between us. His eyes held a depth of reassurance that calmed the butterflies in my stomach.
With a confident smile, he uttered, "I do."
The crowd erupted into a chorus of cheers, their joyful voices lifting me to a cloud of happiness. A smile blossomed on my face, a reflection of the happiness that filled my heart. Then the village head turned to me, his gaze intense.
