“Then, shall we get married?”
Marriage.
Forming an official relationship as a husband and wife.
That was the meaning of marriage as Aidan Ismart understood it.
Whether people carefully examined everything from looks and wealth to family ties and the exact number of grain stalks in the warehouse, or whether they were so blinded by love that they rushed into it without thinking.
Either way, forming an official bond as a couple meant standing before God and swearing with a solemn heart to spend a lifetime together.
And yet, he was suggesting they do that right now?
Aidan could not understand this man, Rahat Sardelmid, who spoke of the most important event of a life as lightly as if he were discussing tomorrow’s breakfast menu.
But he must be serious.
He knew.
He understood.
Because that was the kind of man he was.
He was the type of person who would, for the sake of his own goals, have no problem making the massive Aidan—who was well over 190cm tall—wear a dress and introduce him as his fiancée.
Yes, that was him.
“Did you know? In the North, they say there is a tradition during the reception where the groom crawls under the bride’s dress and pulls off the wedding garter with his teeth.”
The delicate beauty—with black hair that shimmered blue like a raven and eyes as clear as sapphires—smiled so brightly it felt suffocating.
“Should I do that for you?”
…He was probably serious about that, too.
