![]() ![]() ![]() "What is going on? Is she all right?" Lord Straughton bellowed, sounding alarmed. The mobbroke out inimmediate chatter even as Avelyn's family rushed forward to surround Paen wherehe stood holding heragainst his chest. His words acted as something of a spell-breaker for everyoneelse. It was Paen's father who askedthat question. Infact, other thanher unusual pallor, she was lovely. More than passably pretty now that unconsciousnesshadstopped her from sucking in her cheeks. Paengapedathisunconscious bride, part of his mind inshock, theother part noting that she was indeed passably pretty. ![]() ![]() He wasjust in time to catch hisbride's fallingform. Paen opened his eyes with amazement as the crowd around him let out a collective gasp. Suspectingthat this mightbea short marriage thanks to her obvious illhealth, Paen bent to presshislips to hers. She was taking quick shallow breaths, almostpanting. Paenturned tofully face his bride, frowningatthe way she was breathing. " The way the priest saidthe words suggested that it wasn'tthe first time he had done so. Paen watched herwith concern,sodistracted thathe wasn'tat first surewhy his father had nudged him when he rocked under his elbow. Then whenit cametime for her to repeat her vows, her voicewasbreathy andfaint. Now, as the long ceremony continued, he became certain that she was starting to sway on her feet ever so slightly. This was notso unusualin itself, butthe desperate, clawlike nature of thegrasp was. Paen's concern over the state of his bride's health grew as the ceremony proceeded. ![]()
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