The wedding ceremony was brief and to the point.
With the ceremonial customs of the lycans vastly different from those of humans, all that Lorelai and Rhaegar were required to do was repeat the vows recited by Alim and then seal their bond with the blood ritual.
"It will hurt just a little," Rhaegar reassured the princess, accepting a small golden knife, which he passed to Lorelai in exchange for the one in her hands. "Just cut your thumb and spread your blood across my forehead."
Nodding somewhat nervously, Lorelai glanced down at the golden blade resting in her right palm. The memory of holding a similar knife—the one given to her by Althea—made her hands tremble, but she steeled herself. She could not show any sign of hesitation now.
This act was not meant to harm him. It was meant to bring them closer.
