Behold the beautiful angel

The villagers believed that once again the phoenix and the dragon would once again return to be their continuing guardians.

I walked down the aisle, feeling nothing but hesitation and doubt. I looked to the right and saw my mother looking at me with proud eyes, the way a mother would look at a child when he or she receives an award at an award-giving ceremony. I mean, in a way this was pretty much like an award, her daughter Aliya Marigold Balliol, second daughter of the late Duke Albert of the House of Balliol was about to get married to the king. That was pretty big.

I stared at the alter deep in thought, when i heard the trumpet. Sudden silence all over the church, you could hear a pin drop.

The sound of footsteps, his footsteps; echoed around the place. I looked away from the floor i'd already spent 5 minutes studying, and saw a man, if not an angel staring intently at me. He had the most beautiful gray eyes, like a void you could get sucked into if you looked at for just even a second, and for some reason i didn't want to look away. The most pale and beautiful skin i had ever seen, and that beautiful dark ash-colored hair that graced his already stunning face, I was crossed on whether he looked like an angelic devil or a devilish angel.

The doubt i had about marrying a man i knew nothing about, changed to doubting myself whether i was worthy enough or beautiful enough to marry such a man laced with such beauty and grace.