Her Alpha Warlord

Episode 8

Blair walked in to the sound of the bridal march on the arms of a shorter stubbier man that was her supposedly her father in this world.

He had expressed his happiness that she was feeling better before taking her right hand in his left arm and began to slowly walking her down the aisle.

At the end of the aisle was her soon to be groom in an unusual clothing. Unusual because Blair had often thought that Vikings would not be caught dead wearing an almost suit or in a church wedding at all.

For the nth time since she had been in this world, Blair wondered why Cahir was getting married to Princess Danielle rather than Anne.

Too soon they were at the front and the princess's father was handing her over to the groom.

Blair had her first real look at the character she had created. He stared at her in something she assumed was surprise and she did the same.

The surprise were for different reasons though, Blair thought.

She was definitely staring because 'Oh goodness, did this man look so gorgeous'.

Blair was shocked to the bones by how good-looking Cahir of the Vikings was. She hadn't exactly retained his looks from her dream, motivated only by his tyranny to his think of his looks but now that he was right in front of her....

He was basically perfection if such a person existed. Like if a man was made especially to her taste, this would be it.

But he could not be staring at her for the same reason, Blair wasn't vain or stupid either. She knew she was pretty but didn't think she was mouth droppingly gorgeous.

The two stared at each other with similar expressions for so long that the priest had to clear his throat uncomfortably to get the service started.

Blair half listened to all what was going on, her mind in turmoil over what was happening. Her first wedding was one she didn't want.

She internally sighed, so far she could not see a way out. Not until she heard the priest say.

"Do you, Princess Danielle of West Creek take Cahir of the Willulf clan to be your lawfully wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?

This was her opportunity. The chance she had been waiting for, she could say no now and forget all this, or at least, she could buy herself more time.

That was her best bet.

Then she felt Cahir's grip tighten considerably on her hand. That jolted Blair back to reality... Or at least, the reality she was currently in.

As she had been thinking this, she could feel pin drop silence fill the church. She glanced in the direction her fictional father was sitting and saw that he was staring right at her, practically sitting on the edge of his chair.

Cahir's blazing and dangerously dark gazes was on her and every collective gaze was on her waiting for her answer.

Blair imagined that they all held their breath waiting for her to say something.

Blair then realized that in all her plans to stop or escape the wedding, she never took into consideration one very important factor.

The risk.

She had not considered what was at stake here. All she had been thinking was what it meant for her that she hadn't considered what it would have meant for others.

The words of the Head of servants rang in her mind again.

"I realize how undesirable and shocking it was to hear that you are to be married to the king of those... Ugh, barbarians, but it is your duty as a Christian daughter and princess to follow your father's instructions and do what is right for the kingdom."

Cahir had most likely threatened the chief with war to wed the princess for whatever reason and it was her duty to protect the kingdom now whether she liked it or not.

She did not like it but she could not have the death of so many people on her conscience. And that made her reluctant decision for her.

"I do." Blair finally said and she wasn't sure if she imagined it but she heard someone let out a sigh of relief.

She looked up to see Cahir staring, expression closed off at the priest.

Nah, she was imagining it. The sigh most definitely did not come from the ruthless king.

She was most likely hearing things.

Do you, King Cahir of the Willulf clan, take Princess Danielle of West Creek clan to be your wife, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor her, to love her faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with her this day?

"Yes." Cahir replied.

The priest paused to whisper "You are supposed to say 'I do'." He instructed.

Cahir glared at the man "Do not the two words mean the same thing?" He asked.

The priest cowered under the intense look and continued the service. And when he asked if anyone was against the marriage, Blair kept silent.

Finally the priest pronounced them as husband and wife. But then the next words left his mouth.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Blair felt her palms go sweaty and blood rushed to her check most likely propelled by the accelerated pounding of her heart.

Why was she reacting like this to the thought of a simple kiss?

Blair turned to Cahir and waited for him to make the first move because no matter how full and tempting his lips looked, she was never going to kiss him first.

Then Cahir did something she didn't expect.

He grabbed her by her hips and threw her over his shoulder ...and marched out of the chapel.

Like a fvcking Neanderthal!