“Now I will take my bride and seal the terms of the treaty in my bed!” Mallerick shouted, throwing Bophelia over his shoulder and smacking her on the ass. “Goodbye, subjects! Feast without us while I have a feast of my own!” Mallerick marched down the aisle with Bophelia over his shoulder, waving jovially at the cheering crowd as he went. Beside me, Ophelia snorted. “I wish.”
