“Thank you, Milord.”

Eden sketched an almost decent bow and grabbed Ian’s arm. 

On the other hand, she held a marriage license.

"Soon. Soon, baby, we will be safe.” Eden thought.

It was just if he didn't leave the room backwards, like in a royal audience. 

Still on the arm of her future husband, she crossed the corridors, impressed by the decoration and by the secretaries who trotted around them, their arms loaded with files.

“Everything went very well,”

commented Ian as they walked through the square behind the cathedral.

“-It's true.”

To Eden’s relief, the bishop had shown no surprise at seeing Lord Hadleigh enter his cabinet, a red-eyed...