Amelia and Liam stood under a weeping willow which, oddly enough or not, protected them completely from the storm that was raging war outside.
Amelia stood in a beautiful strapless red gown that only hugged her upper curves, and then flowed from the waist down into a pretty cascade. She had barely applied some rustic make-up on, but was beautiful nonetheless… radiant even.
Liam stood next to her, not even one foot separating them, wearing a black tailored suit.
He, too, was radiant in his own way.
They had said their vows already, and now it was time to officially make Amelia queen of Similiya. The minister cut a shallow wound on Liam’s wrist, and then on Amelia’s who despite the pain didn’t even wince. He then brought the wrists together while a witch behind him said a few words i
