17 November, 1891 — Destiny Hotel, London
The wedding was completed, the reception was winding down, and tomorrow morning they would be in Beijing for their honeymoon. He ought to feel relieved that they'd made it this far without further incident (given how many things had happened during the proposal process that qualified as incidents), but instead Emrys was a bundle of nervous energy. The vows had been haunting him since he'd repeated them back to her in the church. He'd managed to keep up appearances through the reception, but by the time they finally reached the hotel room upstairs he could hold back no longer. If Angelica was hoping for romance on their first night together as a married couple, she was bound to be disappointed. Given the circumstances, however, it would have been rather ridiculous for her to have set her sights on a seduction on tonight of all nights.
"We should talk about the vows," he said abruptly as the door closed behind them. He'd been very conservative with his liquor intake this entire day, because he was paranoid about slipping up and saying the wrong thing to someone at the wrong moment if he had too much to drink, but now that it was just the two of them he moved to find a glass immediately. There wasn't liquor in this hotel room, but the staff had delivered a bottle of champagne, which would have to do.
Really, the time to talk about the vows had come and gone. He should have talked about the vows before he'd given them, but there had been other things on his mind... that, and a sort of existential dread surrounding the idea of making vows at all which had caused him not to think too closely about them other than to agree that whatever was standard practice for the church would be fine. On the other hand, why bother examining the vows before the wedding day? It wasn't as though either of them would have an option not to agree to them when the time came. They were trapped here.
"We should talk about the vows," he said abruptly as the door closed behind them. He'd been very conservative with his liquor intake this entire day, because he was paranoid about slipping up and saying the wrong thing to someone at the wrong moment if he had too much to drink, but now that it was just the two of them he moved to find a glass immediately. There wasn't liquor in this hotel room, but the staff had delivered a bottle of champagne, which would have to do.
Really, the time to talk about the vows had come and gone. He should have talked about the vows before he'd given them, but there had been other things on his mind... that, and a sort of existential dread surrounding the idea of making vows at all which had caused him not to think too closely about them other than to agree that whatever was standard practice for the church would be fine. On the other hand, why bother examining the vows before the wedding day? It wasn't as though either of them would have an option not to agree to them when the time came. They were trapped here.
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