Betrothal Sentence Novels & Stories

"Will you promise to marry my daughter and treat her with honor until your marriage?" "I will," The dragon replied after a deep breath several seconds and. Miranda couldn't help noticing he didn't look very excited for a man about to marry a beautiful and extremely wealthy woman. Lord Borden turned to Beth. "Will you promise to marry this man and treat him with honor until your marriage?" "I will," Beth replied. There was a wide smile on her face, though she too didn't look perfectly contented. "According to our ancient customs, betrothal binds two souls to be married by sacred contract." Lord Borden continued. "A contract so sacred only divorce may break their betrothal. Therefore, to make

* Struggling with the thought of what I was contributing to, I wandered back to the stove and moved the bacon around, preparing to pour my pancake batter. *If I had my way, we’d be together right now. We wouldn’t have to hide our love.* Sighing, I began typing. *You say you love me, yet I don’t know your name. I can’t place your face while I think of you. Who are you?* *Your betrothed.* Even through text, I could feel the slight bite in those words. I was pressing, and they weren’t ready to give up their identity. Betrothed. The very word made my gut ache. I didn’t get it. I didn’t understand what they were talking about.

"Twenty-four years ago, you were born and born into our web. The web which you'll be weaving soon. Two years after you were born, My wife, Erica took in with Deila. In the second trimester of her pregnancy, we went for a scan and saw it was a kicking baby girl she was carrying. In the evening of that day, the Barbsons and Martins came together to celebrate and did what we thought was best of the group– betrothed you and Dei." My breath skipped and every other word that came out from his mouth I only heard from a distance. I couldn't hear more. Didn't want to. I replayed his words in my head, 'Betrothed you and Dei.' It was the first time I ever heard a person use the word 'betrothed', I wan

Dante's lips quirked up, "its okay baby." I shook my head angrily, "it's not." Dante nodded, "believe me, Carrie, I'm just as furious as you are. But we'll figure it out. " I sighed running my hand through my hair, "I don't know how much time I have, Ben could find me at any moment, so we have to talk, fast." He nodded, waiting for me to continue. "We're betrothed. That's why we're so connected. It's part of a prophecy."

“We tend to call it choice when what we really mean is acceptance.” His gaze stayed on the steppe for a moment, as though considering how much of himself to put into words. “I’m betrothed to your sister Rowan,” he said at last. “What I said about our love match at the banquet was an exaggeration. There is no love match.” He gave a small, almost wry exhale.

“Why would you call me that?” He looked down at the floor. The shadows from his bracelet flickered over his face, sharpening the lines of tension. “It slipped,” he said. “No. It did not. That felt deliberate.” His throat moved. A swallow. A bracing breath. Then finally, in a low voice that scraped against the walls, he said, “We were betrothed.” The words felt like a blow. A physical blow. They knocked the air from my lungs. “What.” He still would not look at me. “When we were children. The pact was made between the king and your mother. Your magic and mine were compatible. The union would strengthen the bloodlines. Unite houses. Create stability between realms.”

It’d have actually been nonsense to her if he didn’t look serious the next minute he opened his eyes. Her body tensed up and her heartbeat accelerated, hoping she heard it all wrong. It suddenly occurred to her that she needed another definition of the word "betrothed". “This is a joke, right?” She almost asked. "I- I don't understand, dad." She said instead. ”We really need another definition for that word," her subconscious screamed. "I'm helpless here." She mentally replied, staring at the silent couple – her parents. "Dad," She almost yelled when her father remained silent, as though he didn’t just talk about her marriage.

He said boredom in his voice. Rana who has been looking at his turned back looked sideways briefly observing the long shadows cast down by the moonlight against the trees. She shifted her gaze towards Shane who quietly listened to their conversation. She smiled at him and he smiled back at her. Then, she looked back at the back of Ethos. “I’m betrothed to Enos, Ethos.” She answered with a calm and straightforward voice. “I believe that betrothal had long lost its essence the day he disappeared from Lunara and yet you still strongly held on to it,” Ethos said, paused for a moment, and spoke again. “I could have made you happy, Enara.”

"Can we meet at Noah's place, I and Noah's had a lot to talk about and I will need someone to be with Ariella while at it." "Okay..... Anything for the new bride!!!" I feigned pretense to her tone and the underlying statement that might be involved since she intentionally made it obvious that a lot is meaning behind it.

His eyes were sharp but kind, and the authority in his presence could not be mistaken. ‎ ‎“Welcome,” he said, voice smooth and deep. His gaze settled on Damien. “I wasn’t expecting company beyond you, Alpha.” ‎ ‎Damien gave a slight nod, as calm and stoic as ever. “This is Elena,” he said, turning to me. “My betrothed.” ‎ ‎For a heartbeat, I thought I heard my own pulse louder than anything else. Betrothed. He’d never said it aloud before, not in front of anyone of importance.