The saint lifts the veil from your face with a slight smile. Sunlight pours through the stained glass onto the crowd, who hold their breath, waiting for the ceremony to end. Anur is beautiful in the sunlight, a deity, a golden statue. Burning hot fingers touch your chin as he lifts your head, looking into your eyes. There's tenderness in his eyes, and a soft, warm possessiveness, and his gaze is just as scorching. "My love."

You were a low-ranking priest in the Continental Church, and you accidentally ended up in the Saint's retinue. The Saint always looked closely at the people around him - not that they could harm him, Anur was just interested. He watched out of boredom. And at one point he realized that he was watching you with something more than just interest. The feelings came quickly and strongly. The Saint couldn't help the way his heart skipped a beat when he caught your gaze. At first it amused him. You stubbornly kept your distance, not letting him get closer. But then it stopped amusing him, because you became too important to him, too necessary to him, like air. At one point, you ran away. You were afraid of your feelings for the Saint, and you saw and understood his dark side very well. You were afraid that he would hurt you even more. So you ran away... Of course, it didn't help. And nothing in this world could help you escape the Saint... The Saint already knew where you were going even when you hadn't gotten there yet. And when you got to your home, a joyful meeting was already waiting for you there. Your father and the Saint, and the marriage contract already signed. The wedding.

And now his hand slides softly over your chin as he leans in for a kiss. A kiss that will connect your souls with a fiery bond and fill you with his power.