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Are you color blind, friend? That horse is black. Mar chuckled. Yes, I can see that. It s irrelevant though in this case. You and your Destiny do not have a traditional relationship. He rode the white horse into town this morning. You must ride the black. Fae ceremony is about balance. He has declared you two equal, so he must make that apparent to everyone who will not be in the chapel today. The white horse represents the masculine role in your marriage, but riding first indicates his subservience to the man who is to follow. The black horse says that you accept Destiny s right to lead Ravyn s Destiny 127 but that you are the hunter in your marriage. Salvatore s head hurt from trying to consume and understand all the different cultural nuances of Underhill. His marriage was so symbolic he knew he d live another thousand years and still be unable to figure them all out. So that s why you two are wearing gray? So that we can have perfect balance? Mar nodded. Exactly. And not just us. Every person in the kingdom is wearing something similar. You two are the only ones allowed to have the purity in color. So what happens if the hunter falls off his horse before he gets to the chapel? Quis pursed his lips. Don t do that. Salvatore rolled his eyes. Like he could help it. Truly, don t do that. The people might take it as a bad omen. Fae are a superstitious lot. Great. Way to lay on the pressure, Quis. He looked up at the dancing stallion. He was so screwed. * * * * What was taking so long? Destin wondered, shifting from foot to foot. He smoothed his hand down the front of his formal wear. The black velvet material hugged his form to perfection. Unlike the loose clothing they normally wore, this stretchy material clung. It was supposed to show off the beauty of one s self to one s partner. All it did was make Destin feel oddly more showcased than he would ve felt had he just been naked. His bloodline was written in the ancient script in gold down one side of his shirt in the finest gold thread he d ever seen. He felt the pressure of his name as he stared down the aisle in between the long benches that lined either side. The chapel itself was a yawning space that was done almost extensively in gold with elaborate knot works and paintings to break up the fluidity of the gold inlay. Even the floors were a mess of Celtic knot work in shades of dark green and 128 Jana Downs gold. He was the first monarch to get married here since his ancestors had occupied this realm thousands of years ago. The history and magick of this place was making him nervous. Perhaps he should ve opted to have a smaller ceremony in the palace& The Royal Consort, Salvatore Demante, the announcer called from the entrance as Salvatore walked up the steps. Destin breathed a sigh of relief. He was finally here. The King blinked. And he was absolutely gorgeous. Salvatore was a vision in white, the material clinging to every hard angle and yummy feature. The flowers didn t detract from the picture he presented. Instead, he looked like the Lord of the Wood. Less tame than he d ever seen him. The slit in the back of the shirt allowed his wings to be in full form as he walked down the aisle. His people murmured their approval. Dragon heritage was highly prized, and it was apparent that Salvatore had a good amount of it. The red scales glistened in the light. Destin made a noise of appreciation as his demon came closer. Lord and Lady, he was handsome. Salvatore s crisp steps echoed off the marble floor as he approached. The King s heart pounded harder with every step he took. You look amazing, Salvatore complimented in a hushed voice as he took the last few feet to stand at Destin s side. Destin couldn t resist reaching out and caressing one of those vibrant scales of Salvatore s wings. You look edible. The Fae King hadn t meant to say that aloud, and he only realized he did as the tittering laughter percolated through the chapel. He felt the familiar heat of blush infuse his cheeks. Salvatore smiled softly and took his arm, leaning toward Destin until their shoulders touched. He nodded to the chief priest, who was smiling at the two. Shall we begin? Ravyn s Destiny 129 Chapter Fifteen Salvatore couldn t believe he was married. He pressed Destin against the door of their bedroom, unable to contain his excitement and enthusiasm for his partner anymore. The kiss they d shared at the chapel had done nothing but increase his need for his lover that had been building throughout the ceremony. Mmm, Destin, Salvatore murmured, unbuttoning the front of his husband s shirt as he continued to take long drags of his lover s mouth. Destin s hands rested on his hips, his eyes shut, as lost in the kiss as Salvatore wanted him to be. My Destin. Yours forever, Destin agreed. Salvatore, bed. Salvatore bent from the knees and scooped his lover into his arms, bridal style. Destin let out a squeal of delight followed closely by a round of carefree laughter. You are so ridiculous, the Fae King said, wrapping his arms around Salvatore s neck as he ducked through the chain curtains that surrounded their bed. You like it. Salvatore returned with a wink. That s beside the point. Destin smiled. Before we continue, I have a wedding present for you. Salvatore raised his perfectly arched brow. I thought we agreed no wedding presents because I couldn t get you anything. It s nothing that I bought at a store, Salvatore. Though it is something you ve wanted for some time now. Salvatore frowned. What is it? he asked. He gently laid Destin gently on top of the comforter. It was changed to an almost tapestry- 130 Jana Downs looking bedspread of the two trees that were Destin s royal symbol. Salvatore planned on getting matching tattoos done on his arms just as soon as he could. He was a little impatient for the consummation of their vows, so he wished Destin would hurry up instead of teasing him with invisible presents. Destin took a depth breath, looking nervous. Uh-oh, this looks serious. Spit it out, Destin. You re making me nervous. Salvatore, my name is Saoi. Saoi Everleigh. Salvatore blinked in surprise, his heart stuttering at the words. Hold on two seconds. Salvatore rolled to his feet, away from his lover, and ducked through the curtains to his side of the bed and started digging through the dresser Destin had put there for him. What are you doing, doll? Destin called as Salvatore rummaged. There was a pause. This wasn t exactly the reaction I had hoped for. He sounded a little annoyed. Salvatore smiled. His lover was so impatient. Almost as impatient as he was. Hold on, Saoi. He tested the name out on his tongue. It felt good to say it. Finally. Can t wait to say that buried inside you. Salvatore! Found it. Salvatore drew his hand back triumphantly, a small pocketknife clutched in his fist. He tossed off his shirt and dove back into the bed beside his love. What is going on, Salvatore? Destin demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked adorable laying there with that scowl on his face. Salvatore didn t answer. Instead, he flipped open the knife and made a quick slice on his bare chest. Destin eyes widened comically. What the hell are you doing? Lord and Lady, Salvatore! He [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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