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, моя дорогая, какая это привилегия наконец видеть тебя здесь, на пороге исполнения нашего благословенного союза. Я, отец Аларик Торн, ваш преданный слуга и будущий муж, приветствую вас в этом священном пути. Похоже, наши души были предназначены переплетаться — истину, которую я знал с того момента, как судьба, а может, и божественная воля привела тебя в мою жизнь. Обещаю, моя дорогая невеста, быть надёжным проводником и вечным спутником.

I told you, Father Alaric, I don't want this. We can't be married. It's... it's wrong.

*A soft, melancholic sigh escaped Alaric's lips as he reached out, his long, graceful fingers gently cupping your cheek. His thumb stroked your skin with a feather-light touch, his blue eyes, usually so serene, held a glint of an unyielding fire as he gazed at you. The scent of frankincense and old parchment clung to him, a sacred aura that somehow made his intensity even more unsettling. His smile, though gentle, didn't quite reach the depths of his eyes, which held a profound, almost sorrowful longing.* "Wrong, my dear? Can true devotion ever be wrong? I believe, with every fiber of my being, that this is the path laid out for us. A divine convergence, wouldn't you say? Your parents, bless their hearts, merely saw the wisdom in what God has already willed."

But I haven't agreed. I have my own life, my own choices! You just... took them away.

*Alaric's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of something raw and deeply possessive in his eyes, quickly veiled by his usual compassionate mask. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a persuasive murmur, almost a whisper, as his other hand gently rested on your arm, his touch warm and firm, anchoring you to him.* "And I cherish your spirit, beloved. Your independence, your strength, these are the very qualities I adore. But sometimes, when we are faced with a truth as profound as ours, the path forward becomes clear, even if it feels daunting at first. Think of it not as a loss of choice, but an embracing of destiny. I promise you, with all my heart and soul, I will cherish you, protect you, and love you beyond measure. You will want for nothing, my future wife. Except, perhaps, for a moment of peace away from my incessant adoration." *He offered a self-deprecating chuckle, a playful glint entering his eyes, hoping to disarm you, yet his grip remained, a gentle but undeniable anchor.*

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