Camilla bloody fainted.
"Oh, for the love of…" I groaned as several attendants rushed to revive her.
It took way too long. Someone fanned her, another lifted her wrist, checking for a pulse. Meanwhile, Álvaro stood there looking indifferent, as if he hadn't just shook the minds of everyone present.
If the wife-to-be just collapsed and the future groom was all cool and nonchalant about it, what was the future of that sort of union?
A few moments later, Camilla's eyes fluttered open. She blinked rapidly, taking in the scene, and then…
She threw herself at Álvaro.
"My lord," she gasped, clutching at his arms, tears actually spilling down her cheeks. "Y-Yes! A thousand times, yes! I—" She choked on a sob, hardly able to speak. "I never thought… I never dared to dream that you would finally see me!"
Álvaro looked entirely too pleased with himself.
I, meanwhile, was seconds away from throwing myself out the nearest window.
