Death or Marriage!
The officiant gives a nod—“you may kiss your bride.
Truce lifts my veil. I take an instinctive step back.
Looping an arm around my waist, he yanks me fully against him. When I open my mouth to protest, he cups the back of my head and kisses me.
I had expected the usual chaste kiss, or a peck, not this. It's all fake, isn't it?
I struggle weakly, then give up.
“Revenge,” Truce whispers when he pulls away.
I open my mouth to say something but close it back, smiling tightly.
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