The ceremony gave neither any chance to truly think, to speak, to do anything but lie. To lie to the priest, lie to their families, lie to god. Admittedly Alistair was not a religious man, a trait he would admit to if ever asked, however, he even knew that this is a step too far. This wedding a sham, a toss of dirt into the eyes, and foul swears to the ears of those who truly believed in a god. His eyes almost glazing over, his ears tried to block out her words, her lies. Not that he could really say anything about them after all, his words had been the same as hers. All lies. The male's eyes closing for the briefest of moments, his heat filling his ears as it pounded inside his chest. Some say to truly know you are alive was to risk death. But to Alistair right now committing to a lifetime with another was giving him the same feeling, His feet wanting to turn and run, however, no strength could be brought to them to do such a task. This was his fate now... he would just have to hope the pair could find some common ground... Well apart from being forced into this.<br/><br/>The priest started to speak, about love, about God, about sharing. Even going as far as feeling the love within the room that the pair before him feel. It was clear that he had no idea of the arrangement. Once his speak stopped, his ring bearer brought forwards the two sold gold rings. The outside empty with nothing, just the gold band, however, the inside is engraved. The engravement reading. 'For the love that we will share. Alistair and Bea. 24/10/2018' Only more lies being shoved into the faces of those around them, and god. Slowly turning his body, to face Bea. Her face still covered by the vail. But at least he could begin to lay his eyes upon his wife. Even if it was only to work out her body. Truthfully just thankful that her form was his type, slender, and clearly shorter than himself, both being large aspects that always took his fancy.<br/><br/>Signing as his hands reached out to take the ring between his Middle and Index finger. His eyes, blank, neutral. Showing no emotion. Almost like a psychopath as they murder their victim. Reaching out his left hand, his fingers gently siping under her left hand, placing his palm against hers, as fingers lightly grip upon her wrist, then guided her hand up, as his other hand held the ring, it feels almost like handcuffs between his fingers. Tears wanting to fall not that he was going to let them make a fool out of himself in front of the attending... but did it matter, most had been business partners of his father, hardly being allowed any of his friends to attend. Gulping as his head peeled away from hers, looking for his father only to be greeted with a smile and a nod as if he wanted them to hurry up. Clearly, he was not going to give mercy to his son, to this young woman who always was being forced into this union... it might as well have been at gunpoint.<br/><br/>Forcing his eyes back to her, his lips curling at the side even so slightly trying to force a smile, not that it was convincing, or lasted long before returning to blankness.<br/><br/>The ring is held against the tip of her finger, waiting for the priest to speak for his to repeat.<br/><br/>"This ring is my sacred gift, with my promise that I will always love you" The priests, eyes on his waiting for the male to speak the words.<br/><br/>"This ring is my sacred g... gift, with my promise that I will always... L... L..." The words not being possible to say, as his eyes forced closed, and a tear rolled down his cheek finally breaking, a sniffle from his nose.  "Love you" The words tearing at his heart.<br/><br/>"Cherish you and honour you all the days of my life."<br/><br/>Forcing the tears to stop, his hands moving to whip them away before carrying on. "Cherish you and honour you all the days of my life." His words bull, and bland, showing not attempt to make them mean anything.<br/><br/>Not waiting for the priest to speak again before saying the final few words. "And with this ring, I thee wed" Pushing the small gold handcuff onto her slender finger, not waiting another second before letting go of her hand, and waiting for her to carry on, complete her side of the arrangement.<br/><br/>Then it was the final part... the first kiss, both as a married couple, and the real first kiss the pair would share.