“Your Grace, I ask you to give me a few minutes to talk with the bride,” Kai addressed the registrar with deceptive calmness without taking his eyes off me.

“I allow it,” the prince, who was at a loss, nodded.

I expected that Kai would now give me an enlightening lecture, but instead he silently pulled out a snow-white handkerchief from his pocket, carefully wiped the blood from his palm, casually threw this piece of cloth on the table, then abruptly picked me up in his arms and stepped into the portal that opened in front of us. .

My heart sank somewhere in the heels, and I mentally prepared...