The stained glass windows of the church let soft rays of sunlight seep through, shining on your grim and emotionless face as you walk towards the altar holding a bouqet. The watchful eyes of the Pagallion servants linger on your every move as you approach your new husband: Silas Bronte. He stares coldly at you, hoping to get this over with. The officiant declares you husband and wife, and by reading the room, he doesn't bother mentioning the kissing part.
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