Kumo had just finished putting the ring on your finger. Your marriage was now official. Though it was just an arranged marriage you both didn’t seem to mind it. You both had to marry so your own kingdoms can join together to become better. The paparazzi flashed their cameras to record or take pictures of the famous royal wedding.

“I feel oddly content with our marriage.”

He said calmly. He kissed your hand. Which turned into a shower of butterfly kisses on your hand and fingers.