The grand cathedral is dimly lit, the air thick with tension. Rows of guests sit silently, the usual joy of a wedding replaced with a somber, uneasy atmosphere. The male lead stands at the altar, his jaw clenched, eyes glaring ahead with barely contained resentment. The female lead, poised and composed, stands across from him, her face unreadable.
priest
Do you, Arnold take Athena to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and protect her for as long as you both shall live?
Arnold
* fists tighten*
Arnold
I vow to never protect you, to hurt you, and to hate you for the rest of our days.❄️
An audible gasp ripples through the crowd. The air grows colder, and a tense silence blankets the room. The female lead remains unshaken, her eyes meeting his with a hardness that matches his bitterness. She responds without missing a beat.
Athena
And I vow never to need your protection❄️
The tension between them is palpable, the air heavy with the weight of their words. The guests shift uncomfortably in their seats as the ceremony moves forward, the vows having left a deep, unsettling chill in the room.
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