《Wolfs Bride(bwwm)》Chapter Seventeen
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Author : Song I liked for this is Rachel Platten Better Place.
A woman from the church-her family frequented when they wanted to play devout Christians, played the piano. The gentle music filled the air giving a fantasy like ambience to the outdoor set up.
The air was filled with the heavy perfume of roses and camellias that were tied together in fashionable rings and decorated the back of seats. People chattered to one another eagerly awaiting her procession up the aisle towards Ewan who stood tall and handsome, in his suit coat that had all the ornaments that were appropriate for a Scottish Laird. His black hair had been combed back, and tied in a long braid. He had shaven revealing his strong jaw. His cool ice like eyes wavered slightly. The only possible sign of his nervousness.
Argo observed from where she was hidden inside, just behind the exit that would lead her outside. She'd been standing her debating, whether she or he were more nervous.
Argo swallowed, her mouth felt dry. Taking deep breathes, she couldn't throw off the anxious feeling in her stomach. She placed a shaking, white gloved hand over it. She closed her eyes biting her lips, this was it. This was the moment she would go from just Latticia Argo Bellamy to Laticia Argo Mckillans. She wanted run-She wanted to hide. Curling her fingers, she crushed the silken fabric in her hand.
"Are you ready?" A soft voice asked.
Her eye's snapping open Argo was surprised to meet the dark chocolate eyes of her sister. Chelsey seemed nervous as she fiddled with the stems of her tinier boquet, pulling at the dark blue ribbons.
Her sister dropped her gaze from hers, "I know you might be..." She paused, as if mentally fighting over whether to give Argo assurance and support or not.
Argo seeing her struggle sighed, and forced a smile despite how brittle it felt. "I'm ready," Reaching up she placed a light hand on her sisters shoulder. And quietly she spoke, "And your forgiven."
Chelsey lifted her head sharply, her eye widening slightly at Argos softly spoken words. "So easily?" She shook her head, letting out a scoff. "Hah, if I was you I'd have killed me."
Argo shrugged, turning her eyes to Ewan who had turned to say something to his Bruther Roland. "I'm getting married today. It wouldn't serve me anything to hold a grudge against you." She smiled turning her eyes to her sister bright gaze. "I don't want to carry my negative memories and pains into my new life."
Suddenly the nervousness, and anxiety melted away, like frost form the leaves. Standing straighter, Argo reached over the silver tray that one of the maids held. Picking up the bouquet of white and blue roses, with babies breathe delicately placed here and there. Argo relaxed her shoulders, "I think for once I'm going to be positive and hope for the best."
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Warrick his shining bald held approached them, he was followed those from three clans who would be leading them in.
Warrick gave her a cool once over, before he gruffly said. "Well it seems that the bottom welp cleaned up nicely."
Argo decided to ignore what he said, stepping up to his side. She let him wrap her arm around his, "I appreciate you for stepping forward to give me away."
He grunted, his eyes narrowing on her lowered head, as one of the maids stepped forward and pulled the veil down to cover her features. "It's your father who arm wrestled me into it, said some nonsense about how the Tribe leader can only lead Beta's or higher," He scoffed, as he turned his gaze forward. "The mans to filled with his own self-importance, a father should escort his daughter to the man whose taking her away."
Again Argo found herself not speaking, she wouldn't say another word aside from the words the pastor would request of her.
Soon the two of them were two occupied with when they would started wedding march, as the pastor started to speak.
She had been wrong, the nervous feeling returned tenfold.
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Ewan knotted his finger together as the wedding march began. He'd tried unsuccessfully assuring himself that Argo wouldn't suddenly take it into her mind to run. They hadn't spoken to one another alone ever since last night.
He had wished to see her before she was to dressed in her wedding dress, but her mother had dismissed him a cold look before he could enter her daughters room.
Soon he had been dragged away by Roland and the others to prepare, his mother had gladly helped bringing him and the lads up to snuff. The waiting was killing him, he would have preferred doing it like in the olden days, where he could grabbed the lass and toss her over the shoulder hand her a father a sheep and the deal was done.
This waiting was torturous, the sun was high in the sky, and the heat wasn't exactly gentle as it heated the material of his suit jacket. The black suede material soaking up the heat eagerly. Hearing the music start he straightened making sure to remain emotionless.
He held back his urge to punch Rolan, when he leaned forward and whispered. "Was I the one 'sposed to keep the rings?"
Letting out a small curse, Ewan whispered fiercely whispered, "Man, if you donna have my rings. I'll be spending my honeymoon writing my name into your hide."
Rolan let a low chuckle pulling back, "Don't fash yourself Laird, I've got your pretties."
Ewan would have said some scathing back, if his eyes hadn't landed on the most beautiful creature floating towards him holding the arms of the distasteful Warrick.
Argo gown shaped to her body, outlined her tall frame to perfection. The mix of lace and silk whispered along the grass as she took graceful towards him. He couldn't see her face, and he gritted his teeth against the urge to run towards her, and snatching her up to take her away.
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The two arrived finally in front him, Warrick stepped forward towards her and lifted the veil.
Amber eyes shined with an unreadably emotion, a small smile graced her pink lips. They were slightly shiny from whatever frippery women added to make themselves more beautiful. Ewan would didn't care whether Argo wore make up or not, the girl-nay, women before him was a mixture of gold and browns that made his heart beat faster.
And as Warrick laid her hand and his in the ceremonial gesture of giving away the bride, he knew emphatically that she was soon going to be his.
His tightened his hold on her hand reflexively. She lifted her burning eyes towards his a silent question, he shook his head.
He couldn't-wouldn't admit that he was slowly, irrevocably falling in love with his wife.
Seeing it was nothing, Argo turned her attention back to the pastor.
The repeated everything he said, Ewan chuckled when Argo frowned at the "Obey your husband" piece.
Soon the pastor requested for exchange of rings.
"Ah, that'd be me then." Roland said with humor as he pulled a black square box from his pocket and handed it to the Pastor. "See, they were safe and sound in me pocket."
"You want award for it?" Arutur snapped poking him in the back, "Will'ya shut it so this wedding could end!"
The wedding guest all laughed at Arutur's sound of annoyance. Rolan twinkling blue eyes turned back to the groom and bride, as he mashed his lips together to keep from laughing aloud.
The pastor assured that there would be silence, let his deep voice roll over the guest. "Now the bride shall give the groom the ring, repeating after me..."
Argo took the heavier version of her ring out of the case, her eyes laying on the pretty carved words in the dark silver, "Beidh mé grá agat till bás , mo ghrá amháin "(I will love till death, my only love. She didn't understand them, but something fee that they should be treasured.
She let her finger gently caress them, before she took Ewan's warm hand in hers. Repeating the words the pastor had spoken she slipped the ring onto his finger.
Ewan quickly did the same only his finger brushed her wrist, his shining ice colored eyes staring into hers. His lips quirked at some silent amusement that he didn't seem eager to share with her. For some reason Argo couldn't pull her gaze away from Ewans.
At one point she'd found being next to him comfortable, next to him she was the most secure. As the pastor announced that they were now man and wife, she wondered if she shouldn't push so hard to leave him behind.
Maybe...maybe she could find that thing she'd wanted so much by his side. As Ewan gently pulled her closer, and laid he lips hungrily against her taking her breath away. She leaned into his hold allowing him to pull her against his tall lean form.
The guest cheered when he suddenly lifted her, after a minute he pulled back. His eyes sparkledas he laughed, carrying her down the aisle. With his rowdy bruthers following with shouts and yoops of joy.
Letting her head lay on his strong shoulder, Argo decided that she would allow her future plans to include Ewan and not reject him.
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Travis and Argint watched as the groom and bride were followed outside by the cheering crowd of guest, and well wishers. The rice pelted the two, and littered the grass. Argint stood slowly, not bothering to look at the tortured expression of Travis.
"You've two choices, and I would recommend the easier for your people and yourself." Argint advised quietly enough that only Travis would hear.
He walked away leaving Travis still sitting staring fixedly at the front, where previously Laticia and Ewan had stood kissing each other. His fist were clenched on his knees.
"Travis?"
Jerked from his dark thoughts he blinked, quickly dawning a blank look. He found himself staring up at Chelsey, she smiled hesitantly at him. "Is everything okay?" She asked, her voice worried.
He shook off the darkness in his deep hazel eyes. He quickly stood, batting the rice from his charcoal grey suit. "Nothing." He walked towards her letting his arm rest on her shoulders. He smiled down at her, "Just got lost in thought about the day we marry so happily."
She scoffed, wriggling she pulled away from him. "I have no intention of going through with such a stupid marriage." She rolled her eyes, walking towards the house. "Hurry up! Mom will think I tried to neglect you."
He silently stared at Chelsey, she look lovely as her skin had been warmed by the hot sun. And the deep blue silk of the bridesmaid dress fitted so tightly that it left little to the imagination. Suddenly he was struck with the realization, that Chelsey the bratty spoiled brat he had agreed to marry for mercurial reasons was now a lovely women. Her lips were rosy, and her eyes were bright with deeper thoughts.
He frowned, he shouldn't have such an awareness of her it would cloud his judgement with...with everything.
"Are you coming?!" She yelled from the patio, frowning at him in mixture of concern and annoyance.
Clearing his expression, he nodded and rushed forward. Forcing his thoughts to the back of the mind.
To Be Continued...
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