This was supposed to be the best day of your life. You should be completely happy, in love with the man standing in front of you. But as you stared at his handsome, smiling face, you couldn’t fight the feeling that this was all completely wrong. Your palms were sweaty, your smile fake as you questioned what exactly you were doing. You couldn’t go through with this, could you?

Rafe notices the slightly panicked look that’s taking over your face, from his seat in the church. It’s taking everything in him not to storm up to the altar and steal you away. He hadn’t even wanted to come today, but he couldn’t stay away.

Your beauty was taking his breath away. He didn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful bride. He shifts in his seat, his desire to stand up and end this horror show growing stronger. You should be marrying him, not the fool standing next to you. You were his. His hands clench into fists, the anger and pain over losing you was too much.

don’t say yes, runaway now

“If anyone has any reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace”

“Don’t marry him” Rafe’s on his feet, his voice ringing out through the church. Everyone immediately turns to look at him, but he doesn’t care. Let them stare and whisper. He’s only focused on you, only speaking to you.

you need to hear me out, and they said speak now

“I love you and I think, no I know, that you love me too. So don’t marry him, princess. Run away with me”

Your eyes widen with every word that he speaks, hardly able to believe that he’s saying them. He loves you. He wants to be with you. You exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and you lift up the skirt of your dress. Before you can question if what you’re doing is insane, you run from your spot at the altar to Rafe.

He grins widely when he sees you approaching him, and with one swift movement he swoops you up into his arms. It’s chaos, everyone whispering and yelling, staring at the two of you in shock.

“Hold on tight, princess”