Freya
"This is a vow that cannot and will not be broken, as we commit the final acts, that will bring you closer to each other and the moon goddess," Lincoln said after Michael and I said our respective vows.
"Give me your hand, Michael," Lincoln ordered so he temporarily let go of my hand. I swallowed my saliva when I saw the next thing that Lincoln did, he slide the knife across Michael's palm, cutting his skin, but when I looked at Michael he didn't even wince in pain, it was as if Lincoln didn't just cut his palm.
"Give me your hand, Freya," Lincoln commanded me after sliding the knife across Michael's palm and I didn’t know but I suddenly became hesitant whether I would give Lincoln my hand or not, but in the end, I decided to keep going with the ceremony and give Lincoln my hand.
