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Jacqueline
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Date Posted: Thursday, October 19, 09:34:52am
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Jacqueline
's message, "An English Love Chps 39 onward" on Tuesday, October 17, 10:07:59am
Nikita stood with her father looking up at the large door that was about to open up to her new life as Lady Samuelle. She was so excited to see Michael, but it was all happening so quickly.
She heard the music of the organ and trumpets begin inside of the chapel. She breathed deeply and clasped her father’s hand. The doors opened slowly and she could see the long pathway that lead up to Michael. It was a long red carpet and she could not see Michael from where she was standing. All in her view were a ton people turning their heads to catch a glimpse of the bride. The stain glass windows of the church let tremendous amounts of light in and she was in awe of this beautiful site. It appeared like a memory from a dream.
She held her head high and proceeded slowly down the aisle. Everyone at the chapel was dressed so elegantly. Lords and Ladies, Counts and Countesses, Barons and even nobles from France. The boys’ choir were singing music in Old Latin. As she moved closer, she met the bold green eyes of her beloved.
Michael could see her a bit. His heart was beating a mile a minute. She seemed to take forever to come up the aisle. As she moved closer, her eyes met his and they were glowing. He felt butterflies in his stomach as she came closer. She was like an angel appearing from heaven. Her white dress seemed to go on forever. Her skin was smooth and milky white. Her pale hair stood out against the white of her veil. And he looked into her deep ocean blue eyes and he was lost. This angel was about to become his and he could not wait to love her, to claim her.
Nikita locked her eyes onto her future husband. She forgot how nervous she was and she could feel the happiness swelling within her bosom. He looked so handsome in his suit and sash. His eyes were piercing hers and she felt his desire and love for her flow her body.
Lady Adrian loved the attention that her family was receiving today. She kept peering over at the King of England. Her son was her main focus. She believed that this marriage would make him almost as powerful as the king himself.
They finally reached the end of the aisle and the music stopped. Paul spoke most elegantly, “Lord Michael, I present to you and this royal court today, my daughter, Lady Nikita Wolfe of Rosemund Hall, for marriage.”
Michael looked at Paul and bowed to him. “I accept your daughter, Lord Paul.”
Paul bowed back and let go of Nikita’s hand. There was to be no affection shown. This was a royal wedding and no love was to be shown publicly.
Michael took Nikita’s hand and looked into her eyes. He spoke to her with his eyes and reassured his affection for her. She smiled with her eyes.
Michael turned her in the direction of the King and they bowed to him and he nodded back. He took her to the altar and knelt before the high bishop.
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