Everybody was eager to hear what Klaus would say. All eyes were on him, their faces tense with anticipation.
The room was silent, the only sound was the soft creaking of wooden beams.
May's chest heaved with each breath, her eyes fixed on Klaus's face. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.
She felt like she was drowning in a sea of embarrassment, her worst fears playing out before her eyes.
The priest's voice cut through the silence, his words measured and deliberate. "We are waiting, Klaus."
Klaus's gaze drifted to May, his eyes searching for something. His face was a mask of calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of longing. He looked at Andrea, staring deeply into her eyes.
"I accept her as my mate," Klaus said, his voice firm and resolute.
The room erupt
