His Vows Her Vows Book Novels & Stories

"Viv...I'm sorry, I originally planned to give you an unforgettable grand wedding today, but it turned out—" "President Ross, I don't care about these things. As long as I can be with you forever, it will be my greatest happiness." Vivien looked at Carter tenderly; her eyes held a sincerity that touched Carter's heart, reminding him of the profound bond they had nurtured. He found himself drawn to her, his lips curving into a soft smile. Seeing such a sensible girl, Carter reaffirmed his decision that Vivien was his best wife and that his choice was not wrong.

The point of no return. “I, Skyla Parker, take you, Alonso Ignacio, to be my lawfully wedded husband.” My voice is steady, but it doesn’t feel like mine. “I promise to stand beside you, to honor and respect you. I vow to be a mother figure to your child and to fulfill my duties as your wife, for as long as this union shall bind us.” The words taste like lies on my tongue. But I say them anyway. When I finish, I force myself to meet his gaze. Alonso’s face remains impassive, but something flickers in his eyes something too fleeting to grasp.

Lady Senna and the armored man flanked him like twin pillars of judgment, their expressions carved from ice. “This is your final trial,” Lady Senna said. Her voice carried through the hollow space, echoing strangely off the stripped walls. It wasn’t loud — it didn’t need to be. It was heavy, each word falling like a stone into my gut. “It is not a test of skill. Or courage. Or power. It is a binding.” My mouth tasted like ash. I tried to swallow, but it stuck in my throat. “You will each step forward,” she went on, her eyes sweeping over us. “You will place your hand upon the book and speak your vow of loyalty. Of service. Of self. And this book will take your words and make them truth.”

I find myself irrationally glad she isn’t mine. I relax slightly. The priest begins the vows. “Do you take—” “Yes,” the princess answers immediately. Too fast. Too eager. “With my life.” Her voice trembles with anticipation, like she’s been waiting her whole life for this moment. She practically vibrates as she repeats each vow, as if she’s afraid someone might snatch them away if she hesitates. Darius responds just as eagerly. The priest nods, pleased. “Seal the union with a kiss.”

Her voice, when she spoke, was steady and clear, each word resonating like a sweet melody. “Atticus,” she said, her voice carrying through the silence. “Under the Luna Moon, I vow to walk beside you, even through shadows that threaten to consume us. I vow to honour the responsibility of your crown, even when it feels too heavy to bear, and to trust in your strength, even when I am at my weakest. I vow to protect the bond we forge tonight with all that I am.” Damn! The air felt different—charged, electric. Her words settled around us, wrapping tight like the beginnings of a tether. For a moment, the room disappeared, leaving just her and me, bound together by vows that felt too real to be an

“2. I promise to be there for you in sickness, health, good times or bad.” “3. The third vow is for prosperity.” “4. I pledge to take care of our children and educate them. I will remain loyal to you for the rest of my life.” I could feel my heart thumping against my chest with each word I spoke, and I also knew what my words did to him. His hands tightened imperceptibly around my waist with each vow I recited. I didn’t know what made it real, his feverish look of desire or my heated desire to make him mine.

I said, voice low enough to slip under her ribs, “your body has already chosen to live. Now we teach it how to live. It will require two things: a vow and a price.” “A vow,” she repeated, half-asleep. “Say: ‘I will not let my blood be used to make cages. I will be a blade that opens doors.’” She shivered, then spoke it, and the mirrors carried it away, and the room kept a copy. Vows spoken in a mirror-room pretend to leave you; in truth they wait for you in the long hallway of your next bad choice. “And the price?” she asked.

She whispers before raising the dagger and stabbing deeply into our joined hands, stabbing a hole directly through the center; as our blood combines, she starts reciting the vow in the lost language. "Voveo pacificum esse cum Spritum intravero terras. Promitto quod nullus Spiritus moriturus per manus meas. Iuro quod, cum auferam mulierem Anyam de custodia principum suorum, sit tempus tantum, quando ad octodecim annos pervenerit, ego Spritus Principes ad regnum meum veniant, et quod illis destinatum sit recipiam, hoc votum facio, sciens quod, si fregerit, sanguis meus in aeternum effundetur, me relinquens. est gluma quem quondam fui. " I repeat the vow in English, wincing once more as our pow

the priest commanded. "Cadeau please recite the vow again," She took in a deep breath and rephrased with her eyes closed this time,. "I- I will love you solely for the rest of my life, every other man in my life will be second and I vow to remain chaste." She articulated. The priest spattered more puffed rice to the hearth the same time Akarui took another step and signified, "May we be blessed with a noble and obedient long eternity as you have brought sacredness into my life and have completed me. And may our hearts be compressed together forever,"

But as he looked into her eyes, so full of love and trust, the words caught in his throat. He couldn’t do it. He couldn't lose her over one horrible mistake. He couldn’t break her like that. Not now. Not after everything. David pressed his lips to her forehead, closing his eyes as he made a silent vow. He would never tell her and would make sure she never found out. From this moment on, he would be the man she deserved—devoted, loyal, completely hers in mind, body, and spirit. The guilt still gnawed at him, but he pushed it down deep.