Brynmor's POV
"Brynmor, the priest is waiting at the altar. In five minutes your wedding ceremony will begin," said the voice of the dictator of the castle.
I turned around, found my father standing in the doorway of my room, and nodded.
"I'll be out in a moment," I replied.
After he left my room, my body was once again consumed by an overwhelming sense of nervousness. I walked back and forth in the room while trying to control my frantic heartbeat.
I unbuttoned my clothes, thinking that the tightness in my body was caused by my clothes being too tight. But it wasn't. It still felt as if the air had been cut off from around me. These clothes were not the source of the problem, but me.
I don't know if I'm really ready for this marriage or not.
My introduction to Mikha
