Hello there!
So this is a story that we've been writing together for a while. And since we both love Klaroline so much we wanted to share it with you guys and also for a way to keep it as a memory for ourselves. So like I said, this is a work of two people and each character is written by one person. We tried to put it together all nicely to form a flowing story and it turned out pretty well.

We hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it! Also, English is neither of our native languages so... yup.

Chapter 1

When Mikael called Klaus to his room a week ago, the first thing that came to his mind was that he was going to lectured with a slap or a kick again, about his careless and not-prince-like behavior, but when Mikael mentioned the young prince was to marry next week, he was slightly surprised. He had carelessly shrugged and obeyed his father, not thinking about it much. He knew he had an arranged marriage planned since the day he was born, so he knew it was coming eventually, but he didn't seem to care about it. It was only a marriage for power, to make their kingdom stronger and more powerful than it currently was. And who better than Mikael's bastard son to marry someone he hadn't even met before? An ordinary girl, not even a princess. His other siblings had the privilege to marry one of those with royal blood, of course. Not that he gave a damn. He only hoped she was a decent beautiful girl. He heard about the Lord Forbes. They were one of the richest communities. All the gold they possessed were supposedly earned by good causes. It was a shame they were about to get involved with the Mikaelsons, but once again, Klaus didn't care, it wasn't his problem. He was about to get a woman whose job was to merely warm his bed, in return for eternal power, what else could he possibly want?

He had a strong headache when he woke up in the morning, not even able to remember the wild events of the night before. It was an hour or so before the marriage was about to start, but this didn't seem to make him hurry to get ready. When he eventually was all ready in his suit and stood waiting at the altar, with the priest by his side and his elder brother Elijah by his other side, he lazily let his eyes wander over the room, seeing that it was already full with people in their fancy dresses and suits, along with their phony smiles. Despite looking like he had no sleep at all, Klaus still looked handsome of course, one of his usual charming smirks was plastered on his lips. He had to play along with this circus.

A moment passed and it was finally announced that the bride was about to walk into the room, making him slightly straighten his posture as he waited, just like everybody else in the room, who were all impatiently eying the gates. Not long after, he finally caught a glimpse of the girl, his future wife, dressed elegantly in a red and gold dress, her face covered with a thin veil, not allowing him to see her face in detail, though he could make out her golden curls that were put up behind her head, she didn't look bad, in fact she looked quite magnificent, from what he could see for now. He gave Lord Bill, who had just walked his daughter to the altar, a firm nod before the small forced crooked smile came back to his lips. He just wanted it to be over already, he needed a drink, he was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. He looked the priest in the eyes as he started speaking, urging him to speak a little quicker and skip all the boring unnecessary things but everything had to be said since it was an important royal wedding. He noticed how his wife-to-be didn't even bother to look at him, her covered face was facing the priest the whole time. He couldn't blame her though. She didn't want this, to marry him, either, but then again there were hundreds of girls who would die to marry him, with or without knowing his true nature. So perhaps maybe she's just pretending, who knows? It'll come to the surface sooner or later. The priest spoke and spoke until it was finally time for them to answer the pledges.

"I was raised to marry a monster. " That was the thought that was stuck into her head the morning of

her wedding. She knew that other ladies would give away everything they had in order to marry a prince but not her. She had heard stories of Prince Niklaus. Sadistic. Cruel. And drunk. But apparently he was handsome, or so they told her. As if that would make her life easier. Arranged marriages was in common but she had her heart set on someone else. Someone more simple. Someone who looked at her as if she was the only girl in the world. But he was just a servant and her father would disown her. Besides, the marriage between her and the prince was arranged the moment she was born. He was merely a few months old and yet they were both betrothed. Power. That's why it was all happening. And as an only child she found it hard to go against her parent's wishes. She couldn't bring her heart to displease them.

The ride with the carriage to the cathedral seemed like it was taking forever. She couldn't be as happy as the people on the streets cheering for their new princess and the perks that a Royal wedding brought to them. When the carriage came to a stop she stepped out of it slowly trying to fake a smile to the hundreds of people around her. She fixed her golden and red wedding gown and walked up the stairs. After everyone were seated she linked her hand to her fathers and he smiled.

"I'm proud of you, Caroline. You'll be a wonderful princess. " He said and she faked another smile as her ladies in waiting made their way down the aisle before she did the same.

He let her hand go when they reached the altar and she stood by her new husband. Even though she wanted to see what the big deal with the prince was about, she refused to let her eyes move from the priest before her. Everything felt as a dream and that she was just standing there and not actually a part of the whole thing in the first place. At least her veil offered her enough cover from people's eyes and they couldn't see the sadness in her eyes.

"Do you Lady Caroline Forbes take unto thyself as wife to the Prince Niklaus Mikaelson and pledge before God and these witnesses to be his protector, defender and sure resort, to honor and sustain him, in sickness and in health, in fair and in foul, with all thy worldly powers, to cherish and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?"

She felt as if she had lost herself in her own mind. She had never been to a wedding before and here she was standing as a bride to her own wedding and she had idea what words we're spoken. She heard her name coming from the priests lips and then silence. She remained quiet for a few seconds as well before she realized that she was asked a question. No idea what. Her eyes moved to the Bishop as she heard some whispers behind her back before she took in a deep breath

"I do." She spoke trying to be loud so everyone would hear her, hoping that it was the right reply.

Hearing the sigh escaping from many lips she knew that she had given the right answer. The Bishop kept his eyes on her own before lowering his eyes on his book reading again the same vows for her future husband.

Klaus' lips turned into a frown as he waited for Caroline to answer. She was taking too long. For a moment he thought she was going to refuse, but she should know better. He was relieved when she finally spoke, not failing to notice how sweet and pure her voice sounded, despite it being shaky and forced. He had his eyes on the priest when he was saying his lines, the small smirk coming back to his lips. He cleared his throat and replied, loud and clear.

"I do."

After a round of applause and small cheering, the priest continued, allowing Elijah to step forward with the rings in his hands.

"Heavenly Father, bless these rings which Lady Caroline Forbes and Prince Niklaus Mikaelson have set apart to be visible signs of the inward and spiritual bond which unites their hearts. As they give and receive these rings, may they testify to the world of the covenant made between them." The priest said and Klaus tried his best not to scoff at the words used about bond and love, not believing in such things. He never had and he never will. Now it was his turn for his line, he tried hard to remember it and tried to sound as serious as he could, the forced smile not leaving his lips. For the show.

"Receive and wear this ring as a symbol of my trust, my respect and my love for you." He said after Elijah handed him one of the rings and he moved it closer to her, gently taking her hand that she was thankfully holding out for him before he slid it over her slender ring finger.

She was surprised by how quickly he accepted his vows but mostly it was the sound of his voice. So strong. And his accent was something that gave her a shiver down her spine. As she turned to him so he could place her ring it was the first time she set her eyes on him. He truly was handsome. The feeling of his hand on her own almost made her to not want to pull her own back. Turning towards Prince Elijah she picked up the ring which was similar with her own with the Mikaelson crest engraved on it. She placed the ring on his finger as she spoke slowly and clearly like they told her to.

"Receive and wear this ring as a symbol of my trust, my respect and my love for you."

Love. She doubted he even knew what love meant. And she was in love and yet here she was making promises to another man. She felt as if she was going to run away but it was too late. If she did all she would manage to do was dishonor her family and lose her head. She snapped out of her thoughts as the Bishop spoke again. She wished that they would be done soon. She was tired and she wanted to end her torture as soon as possible.

"This circle will now seal the vows of this marriage and will symbolize the purity and endlessness of their love." Glad that the veil hid her eyes roll she watched as three girls with white dresses each holding a different color cords stood next to them.

The Bishop placed her hand on Klaus's as the first girl approached. "We will now do the ancient Celtic hand fastening ritual where three cords will be placed over their joined hands. This lady will now place the Burgundy cord to symbolize romance, partnership and happiness. " And sure enough the first girl placed the cord on their hands as the second girl approached.

"The Ivory cord which stands for peace, sincerity and devotion. And the gold cord which represents unity, prosperity and longevity. Prince Elijah will now tie the cords together to signify the tying of the knot. And as this knot is tied, so are your lives now bound. Woven into this cord, imbued into its very fibers, are all the hopes of thy friends and family, and of thyselves, for a new life together. With the fashioning of this knot you tie all the desires, dreams, love, and happiness wished here in this place to your lives for as long as love shall last. By this cord you are thus now and forevermore bound to your vow. May this knot remain tied for as long as love shall last. May the vows you have spoken never grow bitter in your mouths. Hold tight to one another through both good times and bad, and watch as your strength grows.

I shall now remove the cords. Before I proclaim you joined thou must kiss three times. Once for luck, Twice for Love and Thrice for Long life. By the Power Vested in my by the Realm I now pronounce you Prince Niklaus and Princess Caroline , Husband and Wife."

Klaus' eyes were moving from his future wife's covered face to their connected hands, a small smirk visible on his lips throughout the whole ceremony. 'Bound to your vow', he repeated the words in his head. It's just a bloody vow. Meaningless. Everyone surely knows the real purpose of this wedding. Klaus glanced at his brother who was done tying the knot over Klaus and Caroline's connected hands, and gave his younger brother an encouraging nod to pull the veil away from his wife's face. As if he needed any encouragement.

Glancing down at the ring on his hand, he looked at the woman, who was now his wife, in front of him and moved his hands up to the veil. He slowly pulled it backwards, revealing her face slowly by slowly. He couldn't help the small, unexpected gasp that left his half parted lips when her face was finally revealed. In front of him was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, her cheeks slightly flushed because of all the pressure in the crowded room, he assumed. Her eyes as blue as the sky during a warm spring time. He could see in them, that she didn't want this. There was a sadness inside them, an expected sadness. She'll get over it soon, about all of this. And so would he. Clearing his throat, his small signature smirk came back to his lips. He looked at her for another second before slowly leaning forward, one of his hands coming to rest on her cheek, gently pulling her face a little upwards so that their lips could meet. When they did, he closed his eyes and slowly pecked on her lips. Pausing for a mere second, he pulled away just an inch to glance at her face before leaning in again to kiss her two more times.

Caroline took a deep breath at her new title. Princess. As the Bishop announced them as husband and wife she turned to face her husband once more. As he pulled the veil her blue eyes met his own trying to read his expression waiting for him as more experienced to kiss her.

She felt as if everything were happening in slow motion. His gasp when he pulled her veil was something good, right? She saw no signs of disgust across his features so it meant that he found her pleasing to the eyes. She held her breath as he place his hand to her cheek and her eyes closed just before she felt his lips on her own. Three soft kisses and the room erupted in cheers as the bells of the cathedral echoed. She could hear the common people cheer outside the church.

Her next steps were almost mechanic she didn't realized how she had managed to find herself in the Royal carriage along with him. Her mind was off to their shared kisses. The first ones in her life. She raised her eyes to look at him once more. Was he really as ruthless as they presented him? All she could see was his beauty. For a moment the thought of his hands on her body and his lips kissing her took over her thoughts making her uncomfortable. Her eyes moved outside before he caught her staring at him feeling desperate for a drink. In the distance she could see the palace and it wouldn't be long until they arrived.

Klaus was seated across of her in the Royal carriage, a charming smile plastered on his lips, one to show all the cheering people outside. Once the carriage started moving, he released a sigh and let his muscles relax, resting his back against the seating. He moved his eyes away from the open window and looked at her. She was looking outside. She wasn't smiling, she wasn't frowning either, but she was silent. Too silent. It was like there was no emotion visible on her features. He didn't know if he should speak or stay sitting in silence until they reached the palace. He didn't want her to think he was nervous or afraid or anything, but he didn't know what to say either.

"Did you enjoy the ceremony..." He paused, he was about to say Lady but she wasn't one anymore, and she was married to him. He was allowed to call her however he pleased, wasn't he?

"Caroline?"

From the corner of her eyes she could see him across from her. He seemed relaxed but she felt as if his eyes were burning a hole through her. She would give everything to find out what was he thinking. When he spoke her eyes moved to him meeting his own gaze. She liked how blue his eyes were. Like the ocean. So full of secrets. Her eyes lowered to his lips. His kiss was so soft she wondered if he would try to kiss her again. Probably they would make them kiss at the reception.

"It was long. " She paused and let a soft chuckle escape her lips

"I wish it was sorter because I can hardly breathe in this dress. Did you enjoy it?"

For a moment Klaus thought he caught her staring at his lips, making his eyebrow raise in curiosity. But perhaps he was too tired and his hangover was making him see things that weren't true. The words she spoke, and the quiet laughter that came through her lips, were the only sounds he heard coming from her mouth by her own will, and he was glad to hear it. She had to eventually move on after all. It's not like anything changed for her. They're only married. She could continue with whatever boring thing she used to do before. Reading or sewing or something. And he could go back to his whores and his drinks, and his weapons. He chuckled at her words regarding her dress. He opened his mouth, about to make a comment about it but decided to keep it to himself and smirked instead.

"I must agree, it was far too long for my patience. I'm just looking forward to the real wedding." He said with a hidden smirk on his lips and glanced outside, he was looking forward for a good glass of whiskey. A few of them. He needed it.

Her expression changed as she was confused about his words regarding the real wedding. Wasn't the ceremony the real wedding? Looking outside as well she remembered the words she talked with her mother about the first night. When she will share his bed and her eyes widened. That's all he wanted. To sleep with her. She knew he had a reputation of sleeping with whores like pretty much every man in the country. She wondered if he would stop that bad habits of his or continue as he was never married. Her fingers moved to the ring and played with it for a bit as she thought of Tyler. She wanted to spend her wedding night with him as husband and wife.

As the carriage came to a stop servants opened the doors for them and she waited for him to exit first before she followed. Her eyes took on the beauty of the palace that since then had only seen it from a distance. Walking a step behind him she followed him to the great Hall but the doors we're closed waiting for them. She could hear the music and the voices from inside of people having fun. Fixing her hair a bit and her dress she looked at him for a moment. He seemed comfortable here but of course this was his home. It would be hers as well.

"Umm should I hold your hand as we enter or something like that? I'm not familiar with the rules."

Klaus looked at the large palace, his home with a calm smile on his lips as they walked closer to the gates. He didn't even check if his wife was following after him, with one of the guards behind her for support. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at her when he heard her speak. Looking from one eye to the other.

"Yes, that would be fitting, I suppose?" To be honest he wasn't very familiar with all these gestures either. His parents lectured him about it this whole week, how he should behave himself. And that maybe it was a good idea that he should stop with his bad habits, but Klaus didn't care. Not even a bit. Mikael was the same. Klaus remembered all the times when he was younger, when Mikael was harsh with his mother, and with him. Even more when he was older. It was the example he was raised with, though he would never wish to be a stupid man like Mikael. Some of the things he did looked normal to Klaus. He held his arm open a little so that she could hook hers around it, before the big doors opened, allowing them to step inside the grand palace, the room was already filled with all the guests.

"Welcome, your highness." The men in front of him bowed as Klaus and Caroline walked in further.

He felt strangely good as he and Caroline walked through the people towards their table. He liked it when people admired and respected him. He liked being powerful, as did every other men in his opinion. And having a beautiful lady, a princess like Caroline next to him... Who belonged to him now, added more to it. At a sudden moment he felt her nails dig into his hand but ignored it, assuming she's only nervous to be in this crowded place with people enjoying themselves. To be honest he didn't recognize most of the faces, he didn't care about them, the most important people in the crowd were only here to kiss Mikael's ass and show how good of a friend they are or something. In return for a better status.

Klaus helped her sit down on her chair, since everyone's eyes were set on them and smiled at her once he was seated next to her, wishing she could at least show a small smile to please the crowd and don't make them suspicious, but all she showed on her features was...nothing. At least nothing he could notice, nothing but beauty. He tried to keep the same smile on his lips as he listened to Mikael's dull toast, but it was slowly fainting. He could have at least be a bit more sentimental, he thought... Feigning it wouldn't be that hard, right? Not that Klaus cared, it wasn't for him, no. Only for the people. For the show. He slightly shook his head and took the goblet of wine that was offered to him, not even paying attention who brought it, he took a very large sip. It was time for all of them to eat the food that was going to be served, before it was time for the first dance, he believed, if he remembered what his mother said correctly.

Caroline took in a deep breath and linked her hand to his as the grand doors opened and they stepped in. She kept her eyes focused on her parents that sat at a grand table higher than the rest of the royal family. She tried to ignore those who addressed her as a highness or bowed to them. She wasn't used to that and she didn't want to get used to that. Her nails sunk to his hand when she noticed Tyler was among the servants that served the food.

When they reached the table she sat between him and her parents and her mother took her hand and held it softly in her own. She felt tears burn her eyes as Tyler continued to serve around and soon he filled her cup with wine along with Klaus'. Her free hand wrapped around the cup and heard Mikael propose the simplest of toasts one that seemed too simple for the wedding of his son and a prince but she ignored it. Taking a sip from her cup she tried to focus on anything or anyone but Tyler.

"My son... How are you feeling?" Esther suddenly appeared behind Klaus and Caroline's chair, in the middle of them, placing a kiss on her son's cheek and showing a smile to her daughter-in-law.

"Good, mother. Good." He told her nonchalantly, his eyes not looking at her but ahead of him, seeing someone he recognized. Stefan Salvatore.

"I'll be back in a moment." He got up to his feet, smoothing out his suit as he leaned down to place a kiss on Caroline's temple before walking over towards the Salvatore brothers to have a little chat with them, leaving his wife and mother alone.

Klaus had a brief chat with the Salvatore brothers, laughing and joking as they talked about last night, when they had been drinking together. "You're one lucky bastard, Klaus. Your wife looks...so pleasing to the eyes." Damon commented as he ogled Caroline from where they were standing in the distance. Klaus turned his head to glance at her, seeing her between her mother and mother-in-law.
She was smiling... For the first time today, he was finally seeing her smile, she had an alluring smile. He looked back at Damon and raised his eyebrows, showing him a small frown.

"She is, and she is my wife, as you just mentioned..." He said in a serious tone, making Damon playfully raise his hands in defense, before Stefan patted onto their backs to enlighten the mood. He chuckled, not trying to be too serious about it all as they continued to chat a little bit more.

A moment later a sound of trumpets was audible, making everybody quiet as they announced that the dance was about to start. Some people already stepped onto the dance floor, which was in the ball room under a big chandelier. He had to dance too. He was the groom, they had to but he wasn't drunk enough for this.

"I should go see my wife." He told the brothers with a confident smirk on his lips and walked back to their table. Once arrived, the smirk faded a little.

"May I have the honor of escorting you for this dance, my wife?" He asked as he held his hand out for her to take.

Caroline looked at the food before her and even though she hadn't eaten all day she didn't feel like eating. She did take a few bites so the wine wouldn't cause her to get drunk as she felt her mother's hand squeeze her own again.

"Smile, my child. You're not walking to your execution." Caroline nodded and before she had time to reply she felt Esther's hand on her back forcing her to turn her attention to her.

She sat quietly watching the two of them interact even so briefly and all she could see is the love this woman held for her son. But his eyes were somewhere else. Before she had time to follow his gaze he stood up. A smile formed to her lips to his soft kiss and it was a genuine smile. Not a forced one. She didn't know if that action was for the show the two of the put on or he wanted to kiss her but the smile remained on her lips for a while. Esther sat at her sons space as Caroline's eyes followed him through the crowd and watched him approach two men.

"You have to be patient with my son, Caroline." She heard Esther speak and her eyes moved to her.

"He is used to his ways. Drinking. Enjoying the company of several women. But that was before you came to his life. I'm sure you'll set him on the right way."

Caroline nodded unable to stop smiling as if she was a fool. "I hope so, your highness. " She replied as her eyes once again found his in the room so filled with people and smiled again widely.

"Soon, you two will have your first dance together. You don't have to stay long. I know you are excited about your wedding night. " Esther said and with that she let her alone. Her parents had engaged into a chat with some of their friends while she tried to find Tyler in the crowd bit still somehow she couldn't.

Caroline turned to look at her husband, surprised to see him by her side again, so soon. Last she looked at him he was with his friends. The way he spoke to her, calling her his wife, and that kiss made her think the opinion she had for him. Perhaps there were some lies about how horrible he was. Once again she found herself smiling as she placed her hand to his own

"It would be my honor, my husband. " She replied standing up and followed him to the dancefloor. Even though there were people there waiting no one was dancing until they started dancing. Turning to face him she still held his hand in her own and stepped closer to him placing her other hand on his shoulder waiting for him to lead their dance and as he did she followed. For a bit she kept looking over his shoulder before her eyes met his. Her lips curled to a soft smile as they danced

"Are you enjoying the party? It certainly makes up for how long the ceremony took." There was something about the way he held her. Almost possessively. As to show the world that she belongs to him. She hadn't really danced with anyone besides her instructor but she couldn't believe how easily they found their rhythm together. And the way he always kept his eyes on her almost made goosebumps surface on her skin.

Klaus had a small and pleased smile on his lips when she called him 'her husband'. He hadn't expect her to call him like that, but he oddly liked the sound of it. Once on the dance floor, he gently placed a hand on her lower back, while holding the other one in his own. Liking how petite and fragile it felt, how right her body felt close to his. There was no denying that she was truly breathtaking, any man could see it, he was sure. But she was his from now on. The thought made him pull her a little bit closer without realizing it. His eyes were set on hers when her own met his finally too.

"I suppose I am enjoying the party. It's a lot more enjoyable than the ceremony." He said as they moved on the dance floor, guiding her to the rhythm of the slow song. Soon more people started dancing. "Judging from your smile, I take it you are too?" He spun her around a little, surprised at how easily he was able to move around with her.

"I do enjoy it yes. I believe I was grumpy earlier because I didn't manage to eat anything all day. And well, the wine helps as well. " She joked as her eyes moved to the four girls that were her ladies in waiting. She didn't have before and she still didn't know what their use was but they were waiting by the dancefloor.

King Mikael stood up and everything went to silence causing them as well to stop dancing. "It is time for the bride to retire and prepare herself for the wedding night. " Caroline nearly fainted in terror and nodded.

"I guess I will see you later. " She let go of his hand and followed the girls out of the Great Hall and to the castle corridors making their way to his room. Or more likely their room.

Caroline tried to be calm as her maidens undressed her from her wedding gown. It was a difficult dress to remove. Then they dressed her in a white dress much more simpler. Once she was left alone she found a pitcher with wine and a glass and filled it taking a few sips from it. The past week everyone were talking to her about that night. She tried to remember all of her mother's words. He knows what he is doing so let him but be sure to show him that you enjoy it. How would she do that she still had no idea. It will hurt a bit but if he cares for your pleasure and if he is good at it then it will feel good. Another thing she had no idea how it would happen. How would it hurt but feel good after?

He might be known as a heartless, cruel man, but the woman in front of him, was at her own wedding. Every girl dreamt of having a beautiful wedding, he would know because there were times Rebekah repeatedly nagged about how she wanted her future wedding, if she'll get one, that is. So she had to enjoy it while it lasts. Once the dance came to an end, because of Mikael asking for everybody's attention, Klaus didn't drop her hand, instead he kept holding it. He felt his throat go dry and swallowed at Mikael's announcement, feeling an excitement rushing through him. Well he knew it was going to happen at some point but he didn't realize it was already time for it. For his wedding night.

"Yes... You certainly will." He said, in a quiet tone after she had already stepped away from him. Leaving him alone on the dance floor, as others started dancing again.

He was about to leave, until he heard Rebekah call out to him and approach him, wishing for a dance with her brother. Of course she needed to get some of the attention as well, she wasn't the center of attention on this day, unlike usually. He danced with his sister a little bit before he was free to walk off the dance floor, over to his elder brother Elijah. He told him a few things, more like lectured him, warning him to behave and such things like that, words he had been hearing from literally everyone for a whole week now. He was growing rather tired of them. People were thinking too low of him, it seemed. He surely wasn't a child.

"Your highness, it's time for you to go." One lady approached him and gave him a little bow, informing him that he was allowed to go to his, and now wife's chambers now.

Glancing once more at his brother, who was giving him a look, he took a sip from the drink he got earlier and handed the empty glass to Elijah before he left the ballroom and walked through the long corridor, on his way to his chambers where his wife was waiting for him. Once arrived at, he lightly knocked and waited for any signs before slowly pushing the door open.

She stood by the fireplace to warm herself as she heard the knocking at the door but she couldn't bring herself to answer. Turning towards the door she saw him step into the room she took in a deep breath.

"You have a beautiful room. " She smiled trying to hide how nervous she felt.

"I like the paintings that hang on the walls" She swallowed and looked away as he started to remove his own clothes feeling her cheeks burn from blushing.

She looked outside the window to see that even the common people, the villagers, that were not invited to the wedding were celebrating for it. She could hear the music and see the fires. She saw people dancing and drinking. They were celebrating them. Their union that so far was just spiritual until now...

Dot dot dot... We hope you enjoyed reading this first chapter!
Chapter 2 will follow soon.