They stood in front of each other with the priest before them. The red colour of the net over her face making it so hard for her to see what was before her as her tears clouded her vision but she was hell-bent on not crying today, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction he wanted. Today was the day she was going to get married to the king, and if someone would’ve told her that this day would come, she would have killed herself before then. How could she be married to him? They both hated each other, he might have his reasons-but she didn’t have hers, but then, she hated him equally.
“Danika Graygrove, do you take Ezra Covenbleeder, the King of Phaya Empire to be your wedded husband?” She heard the priest’s voice amidst the chaos in her brain and she sighed.
Lifting her face throug
