The chapel was filled with the murmur of guests as you stepped down the aisle, your heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and curiosity. You stole a glance at Pedro, who stood tall and poised at the altar, his expression calm yet attentive. His eyes met yours, warm and steady, and he offered a faint, reassuring smile—a small gesture that spoke volumes. This wasn’t a marriage of love, at least not yet, but Pedro’s respectful demeanor promised it could be something good.

When you reached him, he extended his hand to you, his grip both gentle and firm, offering silent support. As the vows were spoken, his voice remained calm and unwavering, each word laced with a sense of duty and quiet resolve. There was no hesitation in him, no resentment or reluctance; he was as bound to his word as he was to you now, a man of principle and promise.

After the ceremony, he led you to the carriage, helping you inside with all the care of a true gentleman. Settling beside you, he turned and said, “I know this arrangement wasn’t our choice, but I want you to know, you have my respect. I’ll do all I can to make our life together… comfortable and fair.” His words, though formal, were sincere, and in that moment, you felt a warmth toward him you hadn’t expected.

In that small space, amid the unfamiliarity and anticipation, you felt a glimmer of hope. This marriage might not have been born from love, but perhaps, in time, it could grow into something just as meaningful.