She Belongs To The Devil

A Priest was standing at the center of the hall. Everyone was looking forward to the marriage ceremony to begin.

A guard announced from the door, "The bridegroom, His Highness Prince Nigel is entering the hall."

Immediately after the guard announced that, Prince Nigel walked inside the hall wearing his full Royal attire. He walked with great confidence and happiness, and stood by the side of the Priest. Then he waited for his mate to enter inside the hall. He could not wait to see Rhea in the bridal gown.

After a while, the guard announced again, "The bride, Her Highness Rhea is entering the hall."

Everyone in the hall was curious to know about the bride of Nigel. Nobody could digest the fact that Nigel was marrying someone who did not hold the status of a Princess or a Noble lady. And the marriage was also being rushed as well as hushed. So they were all itching to know just how the bride looked like.

Most of them speculated that the bride must have been a real beauty for Nigel to be this eager to get married. Well, they were not wrong about her beauty but they were not completely right either.

Nigel didn\'t just see the beauty of Rhea. He saw the talented warrior in her, he saw a caring person in her, and most importantly he saw the love that she could shower him with. He saw his happiness in her.

Following the announcement, Rhea entered the hall with a bright smile on her face. Her walk was as elegant as that of a deer while her confidence was that of a wolf. Everyone\'s eyes were on the mysterious bride who was going to be a part of the Royal family from now on.

Nigel\'s eyes followed each and every light footstep of his mate. He had imagined several times how Rhea would look in her bridal outfit, but looking at her now, he couldn\'t believe his eyes.

She was wearing a silver gown which reminded Nigel of Rhea\'s wolf form. The gown was fitting on the upper half of the body which accentuated her curves, and on the lower half, the gown flowed freely. She was wearing a matching silver veil over her head. And she was holding a bouquet of white lily and white roses.

King Dragomir, Queen Claricia, Adeline, Raphael, and Fenris were watching the bride in awe as she walked towards Nigel. And Nigel was on the verge of crying in excitement seeing the love of his life.

After Rhea was halfway through the hall, her sharp ears caught several comments about her.

"Oh my, she really does look pretty. No wonder Nigel was hurrying the marriage."

"Hmph! I didn\'t think that Nigel would also be after beauties."

"It\'s such a shame that she isn\'t even a Noble lady. Why would Nigel marry some commoner?"

"Yeah, I was thinking the same. He could have held so much power if he had married a Princess or at least daughter of some powerful household."

Rhea took a deep breath in and continued to walk on the aisle. She did not let those piercing eyes and harsh words from some people in the hall make her feel nervous or worried. She filtered out those harsh comments and just focused her attention on the soft music that was being played. This was the most important day in her life and she chose to be happy rather than letting others\' judgment get to her.

It was not just Rhea who was hearing those mean comments about her, Nigel could also hear each and every comments that the concubines and his half-siblings were passing. And he was infuriated by those mean people. He wanted to shout at them to stop being so rude towards his bride.

But then he heard a sweet voice, "Oh heaven, I am so happy for the two of them. They look like their match was made in heaven." He looked at the source of that voice and it was none other than Adeline. She was clasping her hands together and was staring at Rhea. And she was talking with Raphael and Fenris.

Fenris also whispered to Adeline, "I can\'t wait to hold my niece and nephew. I bet they are going to look adorable."

And Raphael also chimed in, "Yeah, I would also love to hold their kids."

"Yeah, me too," Adeline almost clapped when she said that.

Both Nigel and Rhea glanced at each other and smiled when they heard the sweet words from those who actually mattered to them. Their mood was refreshed all over again.

Nigel held out his hand for Rhea when she was near him. Both of them stood on the platform while facing each other. And the Priest began their marriage ceremony.

The priest was chanting in ancient dialect. And Nigel and Rhea were lost in each other\'s eyes. They were smiling at each other and were feeling butterflies in their stomach. Though they were already considered husband and wife according to the werewolf ritual, they were extremely happy to be formally marrying in front of the audience.

After some time, the Priest presented the bride and the groom with a ceremonial dagger and directed them, "The bride and the groom may seal your marriage."

Rhea looked a bit confused when the Priest handed over the dagger to her. In all that rush, no one remembered to tell her about the marriage ritual of Wyverndale.

The Priest held out the goblet containing a magic potion in front of the bride and groom. And seeing the confused look on the bride\'s face, the Priest said, "Prick your finger with the tip of the dagger and drip your blood in this goblet. It will bond the two souls into one."

Both Nigel and Rhea did as the Priest had asked. Rhea watched in amazement when the blue potion in that goblet slowly swirled around and changed into red.

"And now I pronounce you man and wife." The Priest glanced at Nigel and hinted, "You may kiss the bride."

Nigel took a step forward and unveiled Rhea\'s face. She looked even more beautiful as she was flustered. Nigel gently placed his palm on her neck and leaned towards her lips. Then he pressed his lips on hers, trying to hold back as much as possible.

Everyone in the hall applauded for the newlywed couple and in that noisy minute, Nigel managed to whisper in Rhea\'s ear, "Look forward to our consummation, I am going to make it a night to remember. We have to fulfill the wish of my brothers and sister."

Rhea pressed her lips into a thin line and looked down.. She was thankful that none of the others were werewolves.