Chapter 23 A Royal Wedding

• Annie
• So here I am. Standing at the altar of a large chapel with a red ass and sweaty palms, about to marry the prince of Verilia. The stained glass reflects off the tiara and plays in colors on the rug. I barely catch what the priest is saying.
• “Do you, Annalise Shaw, take His Royal Highness Prince Daniel Windsor to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold. In sickness and in health. From this day until you both shall part?”