Chapter 2
꧁༺ 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪 ༻꧂/Author
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꧁༺ 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪 ༻꧂/Author
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The Wedding Day – A Vow of Chains
Wedding Ceremony of Lazarus Argento and Drusilla Alvarez
The ceremony takes place at an extravagant private estate, a gothic-style cathedral standing tall beneath the evening sky. Shadows stretch across the marble floors, flickering candlelight illuminating the faces of the most powerful people in the city. Tonight, two families merge—not just in marriage, but in power, in legacy, in an empire that will be built from their union.
Drusilla stands at the entrance, draped in an intricate gown of deep ivory and silver. It isn’t soft. It isn’t delicate. It is armor. A symbol of the strength she refuses to surrender. And at the altar? Lazarus waits. Dark. Dangerous. Unshaken. He watches her like she is already his—because in his mind, she is.
Drusilla and Lazarus stand before the priest, the weight of their families' expectations pressing down on them. The guests watch, waiting. This is not a wedding—it is a transaction, a war in silk and vows.
Priest
(solemnly, raising his hands) Marriage is the binding of two souls, two families, two legacies. A sacred promise, honored for eternity.
Drusilla Alvarez/FL
(voice smooth as silk, but cold) Sacred? There’s nothing sacred about this.
Drusilla Alvarez/FL
(pauses, her gaze flickering to Lazarus before she tilts her chin up in defiance) “This isn’t love. This is survival.
Lazarus Argento/ML
(low, dark amusement in his voice, leaning in slightly)And yet, here we are. Standing at the altar, saying words neither of us believe.
Drusilla Alvarez/FL
(smirking, but there’s fire in her eyes) Words don’t bind me, Argento.
Lazarus Argento/ML
(gripping her wrist gently but firmly, his voice dropping to a murmur only she can hear) No, but blood does. These are bloodstained vows, Drusilla. And once you say them, there’s no turning back.
A silence. A dare. A challenge. The weight of what’s coming settling into her bones. She exhales slowly, then lifts her gaze, unreadable.
Drusilla Alvarez/FL
( finally, voice like steel) Then let’s get it over with.
Lazarus Argento/ML
(smirking, victorious—because she might fight him, but she won’t run) That’s my girl.
A priest, with a stern but calm demeanor, steps forward. His voice carries authority, resonating with the weight of tradition and the solemnity of the moment.
Priest
Welcome, honored guests, to this sacred ceremony where we unite not just two individuals, but two of the most powerful families in our world.
Priest
This union is more than a marriage—it is a promise to uphold the legacy of both families, to protect each other, and to build an empire together.
Priest
Lazarus Argento, Drusilla Alvarez, you stand on the edge of a new chapter. May your bond strengthen both your love and your legacy.
Guests murmur, the tension palpable as their eyes flick between Lazarus and Drusilla, who stand before the priest. Their expressions are unreadable, yet their presence commands the room.
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