Aiden
I felt a little stunned as I climbed the podium with Cecelia’s warm, strong hand clutched in mine. As if she sensed my hesitation, she turned her head and flashed a beautiful smile at me.
Although I tried not to compare Cecelia to my first mate, I couldn’t help but notice the difference. Mary was small and fragile, a lovely but delicate flower that always needed protection. I knew that Mary couldn’t help it, being petite and submissive was coded into her DNA, and I had loved her completely; I never wished for her to be anything other than what she was.
But Cecelia… Cecelia was so strong, not only in body but in mind and heart. She stood tall beside me, her wild hair spilling around her shoulders, her head held high, her brown eyes dancing with love and life. Her expression held a
