Chapter 229. Feighning Marriage

Ellie's POV

Now, as we rack before each other in my room like this, his satchels lounging in front of us on the floor, it epitomizes the same sight and elicits the same old feeling, only that this time we are compelled by several factors. This is not out of love for each other or free will.

We need to put on a cogent act before everyone and make it seem and feel real. Leaving the castle isn't an option; I simply can't leave the witches here, and I haven't found solid grounds to kick their asses out. So, instead of the supposed bride moving in with the bridegroom, it's vice versa.

We are supposedly married, so until the charade is over, my supposed husband will be living with me not just in my house but in my room. We will not just share a room, but a bed too. We will sleep under the covers together, and hopefully, we won't be consumed by the heat underneath those covers. Too bad, I don't have an extra bed in this room or even a couch and anything