We were wed the next day.

Darion thought I was at death's door so he made the priest come early. I couldn't move so Darion held me up, still sitting on the bed. The only thing I had to do was say 'I do' and drink some wine, which made me choke slightly. Darion held up my head so I could swallow better, but it was still rough going down, seeing as how my throat was almost closed completely off the night before.Then the priest had pronounced us man and wife, was escorted out of the building, and a picture was taken, then Darion ushered the people (mostly servants and his four sisters) out of the room and we were alone.

He told me that had we both been vampires, we would've devoured the priest as our wedding meal. I'd shuddered, Darion had looked on in grief. I didn't tell him that it was impossible for me to die, because I could only say one or two words, but I tried to communicate it. I couldn't move my arms so I couldn't write it down.

He laid me down against the bed and kissed me tenderly. Stroking my cheek he whispered,

"Normally we would consumate the marraige right now, considering as how the marriage isn't recognized as one until we do so, but you're so weak I think we'll wait."

I shook my head lightly, lifting my hand limply to lightly pat my breast through my night gown three times.

"Are you sure?" Darion asked me. I nodded and with a tortured glance, Darion reached around to pull the strings on my night gown and bare me to his gaze.