The Betrothed (The Betrothed #1) - Kiera Cass Page 0,77
deem.”
The ring that Silas made himself slid down my finger. After all the jewels I’d worn over the last few months, I asked for something simple, and though he disagreed, he delivered. Once the thin golden band was in place, I turned to face him, ready to recite the vows myself.
“With this ring, I take thee, Silas Eastoffe, as my husband. With my body, I swear to you my loyal service. With my heart, I swear to you my unending faithfulness. And with my life, I swear to you my devoted provision, for as long as the gods should deem.”
The slightly larger ring settled into perfect place on his hand, and finally, I was married.
“You may kiss your bride,” the holy man said.
As Silas bent down to kiss me, the ceremony was over, and applause went up around the room. The main hall in Abicrest Manor was surprisingly full. Neighbors from several estates had come to meet the Eastoffes for the first time. Many knew me from my youth or shared time at the castle, and they seemed very curious to see the person I’d chosen over a king.
The Eastoffes even allowed their staff, who had worked so tirelessly to make the manor presentable, to stand in the back for the ceremony, and I noticed happily that when some of them moved to pass out goblets of ale, their peers were the first ones to receive them. And there, in the middle of my guests, were my parents.
They weren’t smiling. In fact, as the room was applauding and receiving drinks for the toast, they appeared to be arguing under their breath. I let it go. For better or worse, at least they’d come.
“A toast,” Lord Eastoffe began. “To such wonderful neighbors and friends for supporting us as we settle in Coroa. To an absolutely perfect day for the happiest of celebrations. And to Silas and Hollis. Hollis, we have loved you from the start, and we are thrilled to have you join what has become the most scandalous family in Coroa, you poor, swindled girl.”
The room laughed at this, myself included. I knew exactly what I was getting into.
“To Silas and Hollis,” he finished.
The room chorused the words back, lifting their glasses. In an elegantly rehearsed move, the strings started up as the drinks came down, and everyone moved around the room to mingle.
“I have a sister, I have a sister!” Scarlet sang, crashing into me for a hug.
“Me, too! My whole life, I’ve wanted siblings. Now I get three in one day!” Saul wrapped his arms around my waist, looking to fill whatever space Scarlet left open. And when they were finally done, Sullivan crept over, blushing wildly, and hugged me, too. To my surprise, it wasn’t just a quick embrace. He held on to me, palms flat across my back, breathing steadily, and I held him back, wondering if he needed to be hugged like this from time to time but was too shy to say so.
He pulled back, smiling. “Welcome to the family.”
“Thank you. And thank you for my headpiece; I love it!” Sullivan’s little project in the outbuilding that he’d rushed to hide was his wedding gift to me. The golden headpiece was quite brilliant, sitting smartly on my head with two tiny hooks to hold a veil down my back. Furthermore, he’d placed tiny loops in the front so I could string flowers into it, too, and the result was stunning. This would be what I wore every Crowning Day for the rest of my life.
He gave a little nod before stepping back. Silas nudged his brother’s arm, their own way of communicating, and everything—everything—was perfect.
“Come here, wife,” Silas, said, pulling me away. “I want to greet your parents before they find an excuse to leave.”
Bypassing every rule of etiquette I knew, Silas walked right up to my mother and embraced her. “Mother!” he announced, and I stood back, trying not to laugh at the horrified expression on her face. “And Father,” he said, reaching out for a handshake. “We’re both so happy you could be here today.”
“We may not be able to stay for long,” my father said quickly. “We’re planning to head back to Keresken tomorrow, and we need to oversee the packing.”
“So soon?” I asked.
“We prefer our lodgings at the palace,” Mother said plainly. “Varinger just echoes.”
I supposed a house that big with so few people in it would leave one feeling rather small.