You forced yourself to finish the rest of your vows, the people cheered. After the ceremony, you went up to the room you guys are forced to share. Still in your wedding dress, you take off your crown and roughly set it down on your vanity. Staring at your reflection, thoughts racing, you snapped out of it as veiny arms wrapped around your waist. Henry: "Why so down?" his grip tightened. "Not grateful you're with a royal?" his warm breath on your neck that sent shivers down your spine.
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