Fragile✔️[Mafiaso Series #2]

Wedding

Seychelles, the magnificent island country near the the Eastern African Continent was announced by the Waylons to be the destination where the royal wedding would commemorate but the very truth that it was being held in Fiji was known when the private planes arranged by the mafia godfather took the caporegimes and their families to the decorated palace of Northen Fiji.

The Palace was impossible to access by an other means than air thus shooters along with sentinels were guarding the boundaries. The fact that the entire mansion was drowning in blossoming Juliet roses whose cost was even more expensive then buying a city, symbolized the oncoming of the new royal princess Rose who was loved and cherished beyond comprehension.

Entire families of Waylons, Storms and without a doubt Cattaneos were present in all their glory. People had their attention completely devoted to the extravagant event getting respectfully seated in various rows of the marble seats inside of the Victorian styled church which played the symphony as sweet as honey dripping drop by drop onto the mighty clouds.

Soft meeting strong

Like Rose meeting Ares

On one hand where the joyous laughter and celebration was unfolding the other way of the giant silver gates a girl of Twenty five had her fingers clutching the bouquet of snow white gardenias which were the insignia of secret love with a giant white lotus that the girl herself selected to be inside her wedding bouquet.

One flower described her secret feelings for Ares a long time ago which morphed into passionate love of soulmates with time, it has been 12 years of knowing, longing, desiring and now a wish of getting lost in him, to forget her ownself. The lotus was there so she could ask him, inquire her Ares whether he remembered the first time he made her believe that she was his fairy, that he was there to stay and love her.....to give her life a purpose.

He was her purpose. Her fingers holding her father's arm tightened thinking that all her childhood was sewn into the fabric of fate that belonged to Ares but she could never forget her home, where her parents lived and loved her. They were not perfect, they had flaws but what Rose could not deny was their love, their efforts and dedication to make her life better than their was.

Vincent patted Rose's head looking into the teary eyes of the girl through her veil.

"You look so beautiful my little sunshine. You are the pride of the Cattaneo's. My only daughter, always remember that no matter what happens you have your mother and me behind you, supporting you. We love you Rose." The bride had her throat clogged up with tears thus she nodded emotionally, her expressive dazzling eyes behind that long veil conveyed her heartfelt feelings.

Gigantic glass gates opened slowly and the girl gasped softly, the people, music and beauty all getting hazy as she saw the man standing at the opposite side of the altar.

She suck in a breath softly, her Ares would bring all world to shame if they saw him right now. Even the innocent white looked like a decorated silver blade with sharp platinum edge on his masculine body. It was like watching a war hero, a devil who had been an archangel long time ago and now stepped down from the hell to marry her.

With each step Rose walked, it became a necessity to reach him as soon as possible, she had a gift for him.....for only him to see and she was dying to call him hers....her husband.

Ares's POV

Fear was a foreign concept to me. The word had no literal meaning until the day when my seventeen year old self registered a fragile fairy on the doorsteps of my mansion. She was magic in personification, innocence and beauty swirling with such a pure heart that it blinded me with its light.

I was attracted to her, wanted to posses her mind, body and soul.

I felt for her and in no time I loved her. Fear was slipping of Rose's frail little palm from my touch, fear was when she cried. My fear was watching unhappiness on her face.....the thought of losing her was what I was terrified of and my biggest fear was tainting her with maliciousness.

Lust, desire and sin was what as a man I had expected from myself, expected that I would corrupt her but I couldn't because infront of Rose I only felt one emotion....I loved her, I would die if it meant hurting her and the biggest pleasure in my life suddenly became her smile.

The small little angel had grown up to be a beautiful woman but her smile that met my eyes as she walked towards me stepping on the thick carpet of flowers remained same.

I registered absolutely nothing, in a daze I reached a hand out to the snow swan that was so near me. Her gown pooling at her feat dragging the long fabric splayed as a sunflower in white as she walked. The crown I gave her was resting on her head and lord when I saw her through the sheer veil....she was my sin walking towards me.

Absolutely exquisite. God had made my princess with so many vibrant colors and I couldn't help the sharp intake of breath when her creamy skin touched mine and I pulled her close to me.

Her eyes were so pretty, caramel irises looking at me innocently.

The vows were spoken by the priest, we were being celebrated by my family who looked at us with so much pride and love yet nothing was getting into my brain, the second I saw her I said I do and my baby as lost as I was just followed my words.

I could not care less if the priest stopped saying the vows because those were the ones I had taken thousand times infront of God with my true being, baring my heart and soul.

I pulled up the veil of my princess and forgot to breathe, the only thing we both could do at that moment was to kiss.

Even if it was required or not

Even if it was a custom or not

I simply kissed my wife

I am not going to end the wedding right here, it will be described more with a surprise ♥️