Virtuous Vows Book の小説・ストーリー

The truth that took me three years of marriage to fully understand. I was not a person to him. I was a tool. "Malleable," I repeated, tasting the word. "Like clay. Or a dog." His smile sharpened. "Like a partner who understands her role." "And what role is that?" "To stand beside me. To enhance my image. To give me heirs and not ask questions." His hand came up, cupped my cheek with false tenderness. To anyone watching, it looked affectionate. But I felt the warning in his grip. "Can you do that, Aria?"

Arthur exhaled as he successfully recited the sacred vows without any mistakes. "I, Valerie Ashley, do now swear before God to take you, Arthur Davidson, to be my husband, to complete each other, in joy and sorrow, in health and sickness, with all the advantages and disadvantages. I will always love and honor you as a wife and will always be devoted throughout my life. I am willing to be a good mother and parent to the children that God will entrust to me." Valerie's tears continued to fall throughout her vows but Arthur's hand made her feel calmer.

the priest announces, picking up his Bible. “A man leaves his father and mother and is united with his wife, and they become one flesh. As couples, we sometimes face circumstances beyond our control. In these moments, communication, trust, respect, and other virtues become crucial to navigating challenges. Together, you and your spouse must make a joint effort to resolve these issues. Do not flee at the slightest inconvenience. Every day won't be smooth sailing, but when storms arise, you should face them together, steadfast and united. Couples may now renew their vows,” he announces, ushering me to proceed first. “Today, I renew my vow to you, Valentina Luca, to cherish you, to put you firs

His scent and strong body made my whole being squirm to get much closer to him. Suddenly, I was hit with a headache, my body shivering violently as I struggled to hold on to my fading consciousness. I was placed gently on a soft surface; I couldn’t tell if it was my bed or a cushion, but I wasn’t happy about it. I thrashed in pain, holding onto a piece of cloth I thought was my bedcover.

The kind you only feel for someone you actually love. I understood, in that moment, looking at her, that whatever Renata Cassano was guilty of, whatever she’d built and buried and protected with a phone call twenty minutes ago, she had not been lying about one thing. She loved him. Whatever this was, it wasn’t villainy performed for its own sake. It was fear, curdled into something monstrous by nineteen years of practice, and she had just watched the one person she’d spent her whole life protecting nearly die because of the exact silence she’d kept.

It was not recognized by any court or church, but in the eyes of Valerio’s family—and their enemies—it was binding. “Sera Vale,” the priest said, “do you vow to take Valerio Thorne, not only in this life but in all the ones that follow? To share his burdens, his darkness, and his crown?” “I do,” she whispered. “Valerio Thorne,” the priest continued, “do you vow to take Sera Vale, not only in this life but in all the ones that follow? To shield her from every blade, even if it must strike you first?”

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I only catch fragments love, honor, duty. Things that mean nothing in a marriage like this. “Skyla Parker,” the officiant’s voice pulls me back to the present, “do you take Alonso Ignacio to be your lawfully wedded husband?” I swallow hard, the weight of the question heavier than I expected. This is it. The point of no return.

“I, Chandler Andrew Parker take you Millie Wilson as my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish you for the rest of my life, for better or for worse… till death do us part.” After Chandler placed the ring on her finger, it was her time to say her vow. “I, Millie Wilson take you Chandler Andrew Parker to be my husband…” She paused, swallowing hard and looking at Chandler. Her hand was trembling as she held the ring on the guy’s hand. “…and I will cherish you…” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence anymore, when a loud bang echoed inside the church.

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.”