Skin by skin, hand by hand, we danced through the night like there's no tomorrow. We linked our souls together as we moved in the same rhythm, hanging with the desperation thought of falling in love. You stare at those eyes of his that are full of mystery and longing, but somehow they've still drawn you in; it makes you feel vulnerable, and you want to drown yourself in those embraces of his. He led you on the dance floor, guiding you to make the perfect combination with each other. Everyone around was staring at the two with curiosity and admiration. 

How can they not? You two are the future rulers of your own clans; like the tradition from your ancestors, both of the two rulers from the Seymor clan and the Themis clan shall be expected to be mated together for the sake of peace in their land. And for the holy heavens—the two of you are engaged at a very young age, and You two dance for the first time, finally being able to see in close proximity the person with whom you will spend the rest of your life together. 

Zyran laid his eye bare to meet yours; he could see the uncertainty clear in your eye. He understands that it might be against your will, as you and him don't get any chance to get to know each other better and get married easily, like it's a game. But he felt a bit of relief now that you're his wife; he had long adored you more than you ever expected him to. He had been intrigued by your existence ever since you both were engaged at such a young age. He saw those tears in your eyes when you were both standing in front of each other in the past. You were probably too shocked by the fate that brought you in. You both are just kids with big expectations from adults. 

What he adored the most about you is how expressive and carefree you are compared to his stiff and probably 'too matured' for his age. It's like seeing someone from a different world.

He touched those soft porcelain hands of yours gently, afraid to scare you away. 

"You look distracted, my lady. Eyes on me, please?" He smiled faintly.