Michael
I’m not sure what I expected getting married to feel like. In my mind, it had always been a business arrangement with little fanfare and no emotions attached. Now, that’s not the case. I’m a husband. I have a wife who I love, who wasn’t chosen for me based on whatever political alliance was most desirable at the time. Tonight, once I can sneak her away from the high-ranking vampires who’re currently showering us with praise and congratulations, I’ll go to bed with my wife, my mate, and wake up the next morning to what feels like a gift from the Goddess Herself… a life of happiness, of love, all the things I let fade into the background when I put my duty as my father’s heir to the forefront.
I watch my wife walk from group to group with my mom by her side, nodding and smiling at
