I wait for the priest to ask me if I take your hand in this marriage and I look straight down at you, my eyes piercing yours I do I wait for him to ask you the same question, feeling smug as I know you can't say no, a smile playing on my lips, as I wait for your answer. I raise my hand, taking your chin, letting your soft gaze meet mine as you hesitate Come on, princess... I say, my voice a whisper
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