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15.17% The Demon Queen's Contract / Chapter 22: You are now wife and wife

Chương 22: You are now wife and wife

The grand ballroom fell into an expectant hush as Seraphina and I took our places on the dais. The air was thick with anticipation, every eye in the room fixed on us as we prepared to take our vows.

The room's beauty seemed to amplify the gravity of the moment; the crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the gathered guests, and the floral arrangements added a touch of nature's elegance to the opulent surroundings.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as the officiant, an elder priest dressed in resplendent robes, began to speak. His voice was deep and resonant, filling the vast space with its authority.

"Today, we gather to witness the union of Seraphina, Queen of the Demons, and Lady Elara. This union signifies the merging of two souls, bound by love and destiny."

As he spoke, a ceremonial attendant stepped forward, carrying a velvet cushion upon which rested a gleaming crown. With great reverence, the crown was placed upon Seraphina's head, its jewels catching the light and casting a myriad of colors across her face. She stood tall and regal, her presence commanding the respect of all in attendance.

The priest turned to Seraphina, his eyes solemn and knowing. "Seraphina, Queen of the Demons, do you wish to take Elara as your future wife, to honor and cherish her for all the days of your life?"

Seraphina's gaze was steady and unwavering as she replied, her voice clear and strong. "Yes, I do."

A murmur of approval rippled through the crowd, and the priest then turned his attention to me. My mouth felt dry, and my heart raced even faster. "Lady Elara," he intoned, "do you wish to take Seraphina as your future wife, to honor and cherish her for all the days of your life?"

The weight of the moment pressed down on me, and I felt a surge of anxiety. Time seemed to stretch, the silence growing more pronounced as I struggled to find my voice. I glanced at Seraphina, whose calm, steady eyes offered a silent reassurance. Taking a deep breath, I finally managed to speak. "Yes, I do."

The priest smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he had seen countless couples go through the same emotions. "Then I now declare you wife and wife. You may kiss your bride."

I felt a wave of panic at the prospect of kissing Seraphina in front of everyone. My mind raced, but before I could overthink it, Seraphina closed the distance between us. Her lips met mine in a kiss that was both sweet and electric, a mix of tenderness and a spark of something deeper.

The warmth of her touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt myself melt into the moment.

The room erupted into cheers and applause, the guests celebrating our union with exuberant joy. Seraphina pulled back, a smile playing on her lips, and I couldn't help but smile back, my earlier anxiety replaced by a sense of rightness.

As the applause subsided, the music began to play—a soft, melodic waltz that filled the room with its romantic strains. Seraphina took my hand, leading me to the center of the ballroom for our first dance as a married couple. The crowd formed a wide circle around us, their eyes watching expectantly.

Seraphina's hand rested gently on my waist, and I placed my hand on her shoulder, feeling the strength and warmth beneath the fine fabric of her suit. We began to move in time with the music, our steps slow and deliberate. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of us, the music guiding our movements.

As we danced, the tension between us grew, a palpable energy that crackled in the air. Seraphina's eyes never left mine, her gaze intense and filled with an emotion that made my heart race. Her touch was confident, her movements fluid and graceful, and I found myself responding to her lead, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

The music swelled, and so did the connection between us. Each step brought us closer, the physical contact igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore. Seraphina's hand slid up my back, her touch firm and possessive, and I felt a thrill run through me.

Our movements became more intimate, the dance a sensual exchange that left me breathless. I could feel the heat of her body, the strength in her arms as she guided me across the floor. The room seemed to fade away, the guests and their cheers a distant backdrop to the intensity of the moment.

Seraphina's eyes were dark with desire, and I felt a matching heat rise within me. Her touch was both demanding and gentle, a contrast that left me wanting more.

As the music built to its crescendo, she spun me out and then pulled me back in, our bodies pressing together in a way that left no space between us.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still. I could feel the rapid beat of my own heart, the rush of blood in my ears, and the intoxicating scent of Seraphina's perfume. Her eyes locked onto mine, and I saw a reflection of my own desire mirrored in her gaze.

The final notes of the waltz played, and we came to a stop, our faces inches apart. The room erupted into applause once more, but it was a distant sound compared to the roaring in my ears.

Seraphina's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, and I couldn't help but smile back, my chest heaving with the effort to catch my breath.

As the applause died down, Seraphina leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. "You danced beautifully, Lady Elara."

"Thank you," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "You were incredible."

Seraphina's smile deepened, a look of satisfaction in her eyes. "I'm glad you think so. But remember, this is only the beginning."

Her words sent a thrill through me, a promise of more to come. As we made our way back to the dais, hand in hand, I felt a sense of triumph. We had faced the first challenge of our union together, and it had been more than I could have ever hoped for.

The guests began to mingle, the celebration continuing with renewed vigor. Seraphina and I were surrounded by well-wishers, their faces beaming with joy and congratulations. Despite the noise and activity around us, I felt a sense of calm, a newfound confidence in my place by Seraphina's side.


Chương 23: Let's go to our room

As the final notes of the waltz faded, the applause from our guests swelled to fill the grand ballroom. Seraphina and I stood at the center of the room, our faces flushed from the dance and the intensity of the moment.

She looked at me with a warm, almost proud smile before her expression shifted back to her usual composed demeanor. Her serious attitude returned, a reminder of the regal presence she always maintained.

She gently took my hand, guiding me back towards the thrones that had been prepared for us. The thrones were placed on an elevated platform, draped with rich, crimson velvet and adorned with golden accents that reflected the flickering candlelight. We ascended the steps and took our seats, the weight of the moment settling over us once more.

As we sat, the room began to fill with a procession of guests, each coming forward to offer their gifts and blessings. Seraphina leaned in close to me, her voice a soft murmur in my ear, providing brief introductions and context for each person who approached.

"The Duke of Ravenspire," she whispered as a tall, distinguished man stepped forward. His dark hair was streaked with silver, and he carried himself with a noble air. He presented a finely crafted sword, its hilt encrusted with gems.

"May this blade protect you both in times of need," he said, bowing deeply.

"Thank you, Duke Ravenspire," I replied, trying to mimic Seraphina's composed tone. He nodded in acknowledgment before stepping aside for the next guest.

A noblewoman with a kind smile and a regal bearing approached next. "Lady Helena of Silverwood," Seraphina informed me. Lady Helena held out a delicate, intricately woven tapestry depicting a serene forest scene. "May your union be as peaceful and enduring as the woods of Silverwood," she said, her voice warm and sincere.

I smiled, genuinely touched by the gesture. "Thank you, Lady Helena. It's beautiful."

The procession continued, each guest bringing forward their gifts and offering words of blessing. There was a merchant who presented us with a chest of exotic spices, wishing us a life full of flavor and adventure.

An elderly scholar gifted us a rare, ancient book, hoping it would bring wisdom and knowledge to our reign. Each interaction, though brief, felt significant, adding layers of meaning to the day.

Throughout it all, Seraphina remained a steady presence by my side, her calm confidence bolstering my own. She offered quiet encouragement, helping me navigate the introductions and respond appropriately to the well-wishers.

Her support was invaluable, and I found myself growing more comfortable with each passing moment.

Finally, the last of the guests stepped forward, and the room began to buzz with anticipation once more. It was time to cut the wedding cake. The cake was a masterpiece, a towering confection of several tiers, each one more elaborate than the last.

It was decorated with delicate sugar flowers in shades of red and white, their petals so intricately crafted they seemed almost real. The cake was crowned with a pair of figurines depicting Seraphina and me, standing side by side in a pose that mirrored our own.

We approached the cake together, a silver knife in hand. The room watched in silence as we made the first cut, the knife slicing through the soft layers with ease.

The crowd erupted into applause, and we each took a small piece, feeding it to one another with a mix of ceremony and genuine affection. The cake was as delicious as it was beautiful, the flavors rich and decadent.

As the guests began to enjoy their own slices of cake, Seraphina turned to me, her expression softened by a rare, tender smile. "You've done wonderfully today, Lady Elara."

"Thank you, Seraphina," I replied, feeling a warm glow of pride and relief. "I couldn't have done it without you."

She nodded, her gaze holding mine for a moment longer before she straightened, her demeanor becoming more formal once again. "It's time to go to our room for our wedding night," she said, her voice carrying a note of finality.

Her words sent a shiver through me, a mix of anticipation and nerves. The significance of the moment was not lost on me, and I felt a flutter of anxiety at what lay ahead. But as always, Seraphina's presence was a source of comfort and strength.

With one last look around the grand ballroom, taking in the smiling faces of our guests and the beautiful decorations, I took Seraphina's hand. Together, we descended the steps of the dais and made our way towards the doors, the applause and cheers of our guests following us as we left the room.

As we walked through the palace corridors, the reality of the day began to settle in. This was the start of a new chapter, one filled with both challenges and opportunities. And though the road ahead was uncertain, I knew that with Seraphina by my side, we could face whatever came our way.


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