The entire venue was suddenly stuck with pin-drop silence. And I couldn't blame them, even I would be struck by lightning if I heard my own words. I was literally calling the most powerful man of this nation an impostor to his face. Only, I realized my blunder a little too late.

Yes. I can totally feel it. Me and fish are so alike. We both get into trouble when we open our mouths. They get hooked to the fishing pool and I get screwed.

Lord Gilbert besides me had an expression of utter terror. His stance held a sense of wild tremor and shiny drops of sweat decorated his broad forehead. Oh! And he looked at me like I'd just slaughtered his entirely family.

I turned away from Lord Gilbert in fright and stared at fake mummy brat while he stared back at me with comparable intensity. Telling me I was dead meat with his foreboding killer aura.

"...Lady Elizabeth, I know how much you enjoy humor, but I must point out that it is not such a great time for you to play your pranks around my Lady." He chuckled softly and in that moment I knew. I knew this was not Reuben's brother but Reuben himself that lay disguised under that mummy attire (And for your info, his chuckle was very sinister up close). I don't know how I mistook his foreboding aura and dark sense of humor for his little brother. A fool, I'm a real fool sometimes.

"...Aaa...ahahahaha..Yeah, I'm sorry. Haha...it's such an auspicious day that I just couldn't stop myself from being giddy and naughty you know. Ahahaha...I..I beg your pardon your Majesty. I seem to have gotten carried away." I tactically wiped the tensed bead of sweat droplets that ran down the side of my face.

"No worries my lady, but please refrain from causing me unnecessary excitement from here after today." His tone was honey-dyed, and I could tell he was smiling while he playfully chided me, but behind that playfulness I knew he was warning me to refrain my actions if I didn't want to die a bloody death.

I didn't even have the courage to muttered out a yes under his sinister aura and hence just settled with a weak nod.

The fear-stricken priest beside us was jolted awake by Lord Gilbert to start his marriage chants again and after much drama we had our 'We Dos' done with.

"Now please...Your Majesty first. Proceed to the sacred room of the pristine Night." The priest uttered in a monotonous manner and suddenly Reuben took my hand and we proceeded to the Sacred room of the Pristine Night, a wake of Royal crowd behind our trail.

Please, don't get me wrong. I pretty much guessed what this Sacred room would be all about, but did the whole freaking crowd of guests had to go visit our honeymoon suite with us?

My thoughts were jumbled, and I was like a mindless zombie following behind my Royal groom. We finally reached this Sacred room and the priest started blessing the room. The bed in particular if I might add.

Other than Reuben, me, Lord Gilbert and the priest no one dared entered this private quarter of the King and all the wedding guests bore witness from outside the room.

I looked at the grand mahogany bed which looked like a gem-entrenched casket of softness and looked up at the chanting old priest who was very vigorously blabbering blessed words of fertility, and then turned around to look at the expecting regal crowd and felt very embarrassed under their knowing eyes.