I stood there taking everything I had to make it look like I wanted this. Like I enjoy this and this would be something I will look upon in the next few years and treasure it. I tried to smile but my eyes couldn't hide how nervous I was.
Nervous about what this ceremony could bring. With the hawking eyes of the King and his disciples looking down on me, and the aspiring eyes of the people around me, I stood there and looked at no one else but the Prince.
Just like I was, I know he never wanted to get married in the first place. This was also something inevitable. But here he was also trying his best to make it happen.
With his stone-cold expression, he looked at me with his eyes hinting a bit of concern. I remember how he came to me a few hours before the wedding had started. And even though I was the one who claimed this was something I really wanted and that I wanted to be his, I couldn't help but be shaken up a bit.
