If he was human—or probably any other man on his wedding day—he’d tell her she looks beautiful. Or something.
But he doesn’t.
The music hits a crescendo, and Arisanna turns to see Princess Elowyn gliding along the path Arisanna just walked. She’s gorgeous with her silver hair bringing out the silver of her gown that skims her body like a silken waterfall. Or a ray of moonlight.
Would Prince Cerian have looked at Arisanna differently if she’d appeared dressed like his sister instead of like a giant cupcake?
King Lorial whispers something in Princess Elowyn’s ear before placing her hand in Rominy’s, and soon, the two couples stand as mirror images on opposite sides of the magistrate as the music quiets.
RominyalmoststumbledwhenPrincess Elowyn appeared. Arisanna was beautiful, of course, but Princess Elowynstole his breath away. He’s never seen a gown like the one she wears to perfection.
“Slow, deep breaths,” Princess Elowyn whispers as the magistrate speaks to the audience. “Your heart is racing.”
“Is it?”
A smile teases at her face, and he forces his breathing to steady the way she showed him earlier. It helps. A little.
Soon, the magistrate guides Prince Cerian and then Arisanna through a series of vows about the future. Promises to be loyal and true, whatever the future holds.
With every word repeated, Rominy’s mouth grows more cottony.
Soon, he will make the same vows to the woman standing before him. Her gray eyes steady him, though, as does her own heart, and Rominy holds tighter to her hand when every urge in him tells him to bolt.
All too soon, it’s his turn to repeat the magistrate’s words. Hopefully, his voice cooperates.
Somehow, he manages to not make a fool of himself, and his part is done. He’s promised his life and himself to the elf princess before him.
A soft smile graces Princess Elowyn’s lips as she vows to honor and cherish Rominy. The slight lilt of her Elvish accent lends a lyrical quality to her words, and then it’s done.
He’s now married to Princess Elowyn of Lostariel.
The rest of the magistrate’s words blend together until he announces the kiss to seal their unions.
Princess Elowyn smiles softly and nods, and with his heart pounding, Rominy leans forward until their lips meet in a brief, chaste kiss.
When he pulls away, Princess Elowyn’s eyes twinkle to match her glittering gown, and Rominy’s lips tick up in a smile of their own.
My Heart Is for You
Episode 8
Arisannawatchesnervouslyasher eyes meet Prince Cerian’s. Will he actually kiss her?
His lips press together in a thin line, and she licks her own lips in nervous anticipation.
She’s not eager to kiss him, but she’s even less thrilled at the idea of him snubbing her in front of all these people.
Then, so fast that she wonders if she imagined it, he ducks toward her and kisses her, though whether or not his lips actually touched hers is impossible to say.
Regardless, it’s over now, and before she has time to think about it, they’ve been presented as a married couple and ushered back up the aisle behind Rominy and Princess Elowyn.
Someone leads them to a private room for just the two of them before closing the door, and Prince Cerian immediately drops her hand and turns away.
He really doesn’t want anything to do with her, does he? Should she be surprised?
“I’m sorry,” she says softly in Elvish.
He spins toward her. “What?”
