Who doesn’t love a good wedding? My first excerpt I shared with you was of the very first, very innocent kiss between Geoffrey de Montfort and Merryn Mantel. Here is a short excerpt of the couple’s wedding.
Merryn’s pulse quickened at the sight of Geoffrey. He’d tamed his thick locks. They were brushed back from his face, revealing his smooth olive skin and hazel eyes that sparkled as he watched her draw near. His broad shoulders and muscled chest filled his dark blue gypon and cote-hardie unlike any man present.
This glorious warrior would soon be her wedded husband.
A fluttering swept through her. She wanted this man. Only him. For all time.
He moved toward her and slipped her arm through his, steadying her. Geoffrey led her to Father Dannet. His fingers entwined with hers.
The priest gave a short homily. Merryn found her mind wandered to what the feast would be like.
And what their wedding night would hold.
“You shall now exchange your vows.”
Finally, they were getting somewhere.
Merryn turned to face her betrothed. Although tall for a woman, she still had to tilt her head back quite a bit in order to gaze into his eyes.
Her groom looked very serious now. If she knew one thing about this husband-to-be, it was that his word meant everything to him. Geoffrey was the most honorable man she knew. The words he would speak would bind them legally and morally for eternity.
“I, Geoffrey, take thee, Merryn, to wed.”
“I receive you.”
“I, Geoffrey, give my body to you in loyal matrimony.”
“I receive it.”
She repeated the same vows, and then the priest called for their wedding rings.
Geoffrey took the gold band and slipped it onto her thumb. “In the name of the Father.” He removed it and placed it on her index finger. “And of the Son.” He then changed fingers again. “And of the Holy Spirit. Amen.” He slid the ring onto the third finger of her hand, its final resting place. Merryn smiled at this physical sign of their commitment to one another.
“With this ring, I thee wed. This gold and silver, I thee give. With my body, I thee worship, and with this dowry, I thee endow.” His eyes blazed with determination. She knew she married a good man who would keep these sacred vows in his heart.
The priest offered his kiss of peace to the groom. In turn, the groom turned to offer one to his bride.
Geoffrey’s lips met hers. It reminded Merryn of the kiss they’d shared five years ago. Simple. Sweet. Full of promise. And hope.
They parted. She looked into his eyes, seeing that satisfaction rested there. She was now his wife for all time.
The blessing followed. Suddenly, Geoffrey took her hand in his and ran to the doors and beyond. He kept running, pulling them around the corner of the church, out of sight.
Then he swung her around, backing her against the stone structure, his hands encircling her waist. Merryn gripped his shoulders. Geoffrey kissed her deeply, his tongue mating with hers, branding her as his, and his alone.
Now she felt truly married.
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