He couldn't help but notice how his
bride had a queenly attitude and she carried an air of sovereignty around her and why wouldn't she?
His
bride came from a bloodline of Royals who were feared all over the Supernatural World. There was no way this queenly girl who carried herself with elegance could be that wild unpredictable, foul-mouthed witch who liked to devour food while walking around the castle dressed in strange clothes.
That witch had ordinary hazel eyes yet his
bride had a hypnotic violet gaze. The witch's hair had barely touched her shoulders while his
bride
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