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"Isabella, wilt though have this man as thy wedded husband, wilt thy love him, and honor him, keep and guard him, in health and in sickness, as a wife should a husband, and forsaking all others on account of him, keep thee only unto him, so long as you both shall live?" the priest asks.

Isabella meets the eyes of her intended. "I will," she vows with a tilt of her head.

"Then repeat after me," the priest replies. "I, Isabella, take thee … "

Isabella repeats after the priest, and for her final line, she turns to her betrothed. "And thereto I plight thee my troth."

"By the power vested in me by the holy church, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride."

The man who now holds her fate in his hands turns to lift her veil.

With a chaste, but gentle kiss, he claims her as his bride.

This fic is set in a time long ago with fictional places. I'm writing and having fun, and will research certain things compared to the Middle Ages, but don't expect me to give you a history lesson. It's based on the story of Tristan and Isolde, which has been around for centuries and has been retold in many ways, but always with the tragic end. If you've seen the movie that was my inspiration, but I will Edward and Bellafy it, and it will not follow that plot exactly, but I think it will have some angst, if I'm capable of producing it lol.