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The Wedding
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2025-05-04 03:59:03The grand ballroom had transformed into something out of legend—golden candlelight flickering against ancient frescoes, the scent of white lilies and burning incense thick in the air. Every element had been curated for a singular purpose: to make a statement.
Rows of guests sat in stiff silence, their polished shoes pressing against the marble floors that had seen centuries of power shifts. The weight of expectation was suffocating, but I had long since mastered the art of standing beneath it without faltering.
Leonardo stood at the altar, his tailored black suit a contrast to the gilded backdrop. He had chosen simplicity where others might have chosen excess. He didn’t need embellishments—his presence alone commanded attention.
My steps were deliberate as I approached, my gown trailing behind me in waves of satin. It was designed to exude power—not fragility. Not submission.
He watched me closely, the faintest smirk touching his lips as I stopped before him.
“You look… lethal,” he murmured, voice just low enough that only I could hear.
I arched a brow. “Was that meant to be a compliment?”
His blue eyes held mine, assessing. “Absolutely.”
Father Matteo cleared his throat, forcing Leonardo’s attention forward. The priest knew better than to rush us—but he also knew what this was.
“Do you, Xena Marquis, vow to protect this union, honor its strength, and uphold the legacy it demands?”
I met Leonardo’s gaze again, unflinching. “I do.”
A flicker of something passed through his eyes—not surprise, not hesitation. Approval.
“And do you, Leonardo DeMarcus, vow to guard this bond, strengthen its reach, and wield it as a force?”
His smirk deepened. “I do.”
The rings were exchanged, gold against skin, a quiet binding. His fingers brushed mine as he slid the band into place—not lingering, but not rushing either. A deliberate move.
“Then, by the traditions of our families, I pronounce this union sealed.”
The applause was immediate. It rolled through the hall like thunder, yet in the eye of the storm, it was only the two of us.
Leonardo leaned in slightly, voice lower than before. “You didn’t hesitate.”
I didn’t break eye contact. “Why would I?”
He chuckled, the sound rich and entirely too self-assured. “Because now, there’s no turning back.”
“There never was.”
His hand tightened around mine. Not painfully, not possessively. Just enough to tell me that this game—this balance of control—had only just begun.
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The grand dining hall was flooded with conversation—strategic whispers behind raised glasses, carefully measured laughter punctuating hushed negotiations.
At the center of it all, Leonardo and I remained the focal point.
Marcello Romano approached first, offering his congratulations with a bow of his head. “A perfect execution, Signora DeMarcus.”
The name hit sharply, but I didn’t react. Not externally.
Leonardo was watching me, waiting. I could feel it.
“Thank you, Marcello,” I said smoothly, accepting the glass of wine offered to me. “Perfection is a necessary standard.”
Marcello chuckled. “Spoken like a woman who understands power.”
“It would be concerning if I didn’t.”
Leonardo’s voice cut in, smoother than the velvet of his suit. “She understands it better than most.”
Marcello nodded, satisfied, before stepping away, leaving us in our own sphere of silence.
I took a slow sip of my wine before speaking. “You’re watching me like you expect a reaction.”
Leonardo smirked. “I expected a slip. You didn’t give me one.”
I tilted my head slightly. “Disappointed?”
He laughed—a low, knowing sound. “Not at all.”
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Outside, Venice sprawled beneath the night sky, the waters black and endless. The cool air bit at my skin, but I didn’t retreat. I needed the space.
Leonardo stepped beside me, leaning casually against the stone railing.
“You think too much,” he murmured.
I exhaled slowly, watching the city rather than him. “And you act before thinking.”
He smirked. “That’s why we work.”
I turned to face him fully now, searching for the trace of amusement behind the confidence. “Are you always this sure of yourself?”
His blue eyes met mine, unreadable yet entirely too knowing. “Only when I know I’m right.”
I smiled, slow, calculated. “Then I suppose we’ll see who holds the upper hand.”
Leonardo chuckled, lifting my hand once more. This time, his lips brushed against my wrist—a move that was neither gentle nor hesitant.
“We already know the answer to that, don’t we, Xena?”
I let him have his moment.
For now.
And just like that, our world shifted. Not with war. Not with blood. But with a single vow, sealed beneath a Venetian sky.
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