He felt helpless, as she heard her words being forced from her lips, and ring in his ears. With each passing second this who arrangement starting to feel more real and more binding... and less of a chance that someone would step in to stop this crime against free will. Trying to tune them out, not that he was able.  His hands reluctantly doing as it was needed, parting his fingers to allow space for the ring to slip upon them, the small cold golden handcuff. He swore that he could feel the engraving inside the ring, almost like braille, But with sharp serrated edged just digging into the soft flesh... however this was just his mind playing tricks on him... as in reality, the engraving was smooth and masterfully, almost as if it was not there.<br/><br/>Her words finally ceasing and then it was time to share the pairs first kill as a married couple, and of course their first kiss at all. First kisses with another were far from new to Alistair, having spent many of night sleep within random woman during his travels around the globe. But what was new was the setting and that this kiss was meant to have a meaning. To share an intimate moment with loved ones, only to try and further show the bond, not that this would show anything of this. As this whole wedding, the kiss was a shame. A crime against anyone who believes in god.<br/><br/>"You may not kiss the bride." The prests voice boom out into the mansion's hall.<br/><br/>Letting out a soft but deep sigh as his eyes looked onto her dropped head. The left hand moving under her chin to gently guide her face up, as his right hand lifting up the vail, to show the face of the woman that he was to marry. At least she was pretty, well as pretty as she would be in this ordeal. and it was lucky that she had been given waterproof makeup or she would have large black marks under her eyes, and streaks of foundation, blush whatever else had been plastered onto her. Her eyes almost a glaze due to the tears that had been falling, however, it was easy to tell that if they had not been tearful they would be like little brown gems. Something that looking away from would be close to impossible. His own ears tearful as he looked down into her, unsure what he was looking for. Maybe comfort? but he was not able to find anything, then again he was unsure what signs he would need to look for within her eyes.<br/><br/>"Sorry." he mouthed to her, having nothing more he would be able to say apart from those words.<br/><br/>He knew this would not move on until they had shared this kiss, so he and she had to proceed with it. They had stalled long enough at this point, and he was sure that people would start to ask questions if they wait any longer.<br/><br/>Tilling her head up slightly higher so he doesn't need to bend his own or his back as much, then finally moving his head and lips towards hers.<br/><br/>His jaw clenched to not allow the use of tongues, not that he really expected her to use her own. His eyes closing due to his natural response. His left hand moving down and gently lingering on her collarbone, and his left moving around the caresses the back of her neck. Wanting to try and make this exchange someone convincing.<br/><br/>His experienced lips softly kissing hers, trying to show some passion within them, but he had to assume that none of the guests would be able to tell what type of kiss, however, he was wanting o to be safe rather than sorry. As he heard hears a clap from the crowd at the pair tieing the knot. The only thing left was to sign the paperwork and they were Mr and Mrs Ashworth