Romans & histoires Vows To Him

The way he said my name here made my skin prickle. “I vow,” he went on, “to stand between her and anyone who would write her as property. I vow not to hide her, erase her, or use her as a shield for my pride. I vow to treat her choices as law over my instincts, and her body as hers even when my wolf wants to forget that.” My throat went tight. He didn’t look away. “If I break these vows,” he said, “may Nightmoor’s strength leave my bones. May my wolf find no peace. May I stand alone before the Tribunal I bargained with instead of the woman I betrayed.”

"That's enough." He's quiet for a moment. Then he presses his lips to my forehead and holds them there. "I'll see you," he says. "Every day. Every version. I promise you that." "I'll stay visible," I say. "I promise you that." These are the real vows. Not the ones we said at an altar in front of people watching for cracks. These ones, in the dark, with nothing to prove to anyone. His breathing eventually deepens and evens out. Mine does too, pulled along by him like a tide following the moon.

"Promise me you won't pretend this is easy." "I won't," he said, and his whisper was a vow.

I closed my eyes, I knew I would, I would do whatever it took to protect them, so I answered, “I solemnly vow to do so" He continued, “Do you vow in front of all these people as witnesses that you will listen to the advice offered to you as far as it is in the interest of the people" I answered again, using the same words as the last and just like that, we continued. He continued giving me the vows I pledged to and I agreed to all of them. At the last vow, after he had said it, he paused and it felt like everything had stopped. I raised my head now to look at him, watch it all come to me.

he vowed. He kissed my hand.

He says and Domenic takes the lead. "Autumn, I promise to cherish you always, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us." He was so nervers about forgetting his vows, he had studied them for days. I can say that he has already honored every word of the promise he just made.

“You are terrible at comfort.” I bump my shoulder into his. “I’m very good at honesty. You can get pretty words from anyone. You don’t need it from me.” He tilts his head, studying my face like he’s trying to decide how much of that he believes. “Say it again,” he says finally. “What?” “That this is your promise. Not Redmaw’s.” “I will never swear anything for Redmaw again,” I say. “Those vows are ash. This one is for you.”

I lost the illusion that I could control the terms of my own suffering. And from that moment forward, my vow became real. Not to him. But to myself. I would never let this be my ending.

"to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health" "to love and to cherish, till death do us part," " according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto you pledge thee your faith [or] pledge yourself to her." His grip on her hand tighten as he realised that there was no coming back from this day hence. After today he will belong to her in eyes of God. Even if he himself may never accept her from within. The vows in front of God were not going to be a lie as unknown to her, he does plans to fulfill them.

He stared into the trees, where the shadows swirled and the snow no longer fell right. And he made a vow to the wind, to the trees, to whatever watched from beyond the frost: You will not keep her. Not while I draw breath.