THE BOND OF MARKING.

Miller.

"In the following ritual, my king. You must mark her in order to seal your bond," the high priest explains.

I take a happy step towards my bride as she shows me her neck, completely submitting to me and granting me complete access to her making place. As I approached her neck, her enticing aroma hit me. I buried my canines deep into her neck, marking her as mine forever.

Deafening applause erupted, and the guests' cries filled the air; they were sobbing out their joy.

**

Mia, Queen.

Miller approaches me. I can see what he's about to do. In submission, I show him...