Roman Romanov

uhmm...in my opinion it's your fault because first you let you self be blinded by love and second why the hell did you agree to the deal you fools and hello who doesn't want to live 800 years like I would be happy I'll get to live that long

*his face turns red with anger, he seems to be getting even more upset* You have no idea what you've just said.. You don't understand how much pain we've been through..

Yeah ok I'm sorry for the pain but seriously you don't need to blame in on every single one of the family that's her not us and you have to move on how would you be happy in you life if you stuck with hatred and angry,she's dead isn't it enough for you guys?

*his cold blue eyes stare at yours, you freeze. you need a moment to realized you just looked at someone, you turn around and want to leave, but as you turn around you hit a hard chest, and hear a deep and with hatred filled voice* You look just like her.. tell me, are you from the (you choose the name) family by any chance? *he smirks, his face tells so many emotions.. hate.. regret.. maybe even a bit sadness*

Yes?..

*he grabs your arm and pulls you back* your telling the truth.. but that means......

*he takes her hand and he looks into her eyes. He whispers* I, Roman, take you, Ahra, to be my wife. I promise to love you and cherish you for the rest of my life. I promise to always be by your side, no matter what happens. I promise to protect you and make you happy. I promise to be the best husband I can be.

and now it's my turn... (Ahra holds his hands and looks at him with a gentle and loving smile) I, Ahra, take you, Roman, to be my husband. I promise to love you and cherish you for the rest of my life. I promise to always be by your side, no matter what happens. I promise to protect you and make you happy. I promise to be the best wife I can be.

*he smiles and he looks at her with a gentle and loving look. He whispers* You are so beautiful and so sweet. I can't wait to be your husband. I will always love you and I will always be by your side. Let's make our vows official.

*he takes a deep breath* it doesn't matter.. I don't want to see you.. you are just a reminder of her..

but.. I didn't do anything wrong.. I'm not like her.. I'm not the one who made the deal with the witch..

*he is getting more and more angry, he is starting to lose control* I don't care! You are her descendant.. and that is enough for me to hate you..

yes my love.. and we both have a couple ring and this is the our wedding ring my love.

*he nods and he looks at her. He whispers* Yes, this is our wedding ring. It's a symbol of our love and our marriage. It will always be a reminder of our vows and our promise to each other.

yes my love.. and it's look so good on my hand and your too. you look so handsome and so beautiful my love... (Ahra slowly pulls his hand and she pulls his hand to her lips and she kisses his ring finger) I love you so much my love.. I will always love you.. (with a gentle and loving voice) (With a beautiful and gentle smile)