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... obviously with impatience. The bride was running a little late, which apparently was quite normal but it made him want to claw something to shreds with anxiety.
His collar felt too tight and the heavy incense in the air was threatening to make him sneeze. He briefly locked eyes with Queen Celia, who smiled at him with indulgence. He smiled back, though part of him suspected the queen was secretly laughing at him for being so flustered.
Did every man feel so jittery at the altar? ...
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