I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!

Chapter 634 Wedding (3)

The ceremony began.

The ceremony was a bit different from the human world. The priest, an elderly man with silver hair and kind eyes, stepped forward wearing long black robes embroidered with silver moons and stars.

He raised his hands, and the music faded into silence.

"Welcome, shadows and stars, kin and kindred," the priest began, his voice deep and resonant. "We gather here today beneath the eternal sky, between the worlds of light and dark, to bind two souls as one."

He looked at Dante, then at Alina.

"In the Shadow Domain, marriage is not merely a contract of love. It is a binding of souls. A promise that transcends time, death, and distance. Once spoken, these words cannot be unspoken. Once joined, these souls cannot be parted."

Alina’s heart pounded, but she did not waver.

The priest gestured, and two attendants stepped forward carrying a silver cord. It was thin and delicate, woven with dark threads that shimmered like starlight.

"This cord represents the bond you will share," the priest explained. "It is woven from shadow and light, from the essence of who you are and who you will become. As you tie it, you tie your futures together."

Dante took one end of the cord. Alina took the other.

Together, they wrapped it around their joined hands, weaving it slowly, carefully, as the priest chanted in an ancient language Alina did not recognize. The words vibrated through the air, warm and powerful, settling into her chest like a second heartbeat.

The priest then turned to Dante. "Do you, Dante, Shadow Lord of the Shadow Domain, take Alina to be your bonded wife, your equal, your home? Do you promise to protect her, cherish her, and stand beside her through every shadow and every light?"

Dante’s voice was steady, strong. "I do."

The priest turned to Alina. "Do you, Alina, choose to enter the Shadow Domain of your own free will, to stand beside the Shadow Lord as his bonded wife? Do you promise to walk with him through darkness and dawn, to be his partner, his strength, his peace?"

Alina’s voice trembled, but she did not hesitate. "I do."

The priest raised his hands again. "Then by the power vested in me by the heavenly God and the ancient laws of this land, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Bonded for this life and all that may come after."

He smiled.

"You may kiss your bride."

Dante didn’t hesitate.

He cupped her face in his hands, tilted her chin up, and kissed her.

It was soft and gentle at first. Then she kissed him back, and his hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer.

The guests cheered. Boo shouted something about ghost fairies. Drake whooped loudly, his wings flapping with excitement. Luna pretended not to care, but her tail was wagging uncontrollably behind her tutu.

Alina laughed against Dante’s lips. He pulled back just enough to look at her.

"What?" he asked, his forehead resting against hers.

"Nothing," she said. "I’m just happy."

He smiled, a smile so wide and real that it transformed his entire face. "Me too."

He kissed her again, softer this time, as if savoring the moment.

And somewhere in the crowd, Rocky clutched his pebble and whispered, "Goodbye, first love."

Then he smiled too because Teacher was happy And that was enough.

The silver cord around their hands glowed once, bright and warm, then faded into nothing. But Alina could still feel it, a gentle warmth wrapped around her heart, connecting her to Dante in a way she had never imagined possible.

She was his. He was hers.

And the stars above the Shadow Domain seemed to shine a little brighter that night.

Dante drank a lot of wine after the celebration.

The feast had been long, filled with laughter and music and far too many speeches. King Orin had proposed a toast that somehow turned into three toasts. Elder Roman had gotten emotional and started crying about redemption.

Through it all, Dante had smiled. Nodded. Said the right things and drank.

His crimson eyes, already striking, had taken on a new quality. Soft, Deep and Seductive. They gleamed like fine red wine in the candlelight, heavy-lidded and warm.

Now the celebration was over. The guests had gone home.

Dante stood alone in a quiet corridor, the last glass of wine still in his hand.

His shadow guard appeared. Hesitated.

Dante sensed him immediately. His wine-induced haze sharpened into focus.

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

His voice was light with laziness. Clearly he was in a good mood.

The shadow guard shifted on his feet. His face was hidden beneath his hood, but his discomfort was obvious. "My lord... Clara."

Dante’s expression didn’t change as he raised his brows. "What about Clara?"

The guard swallowed. "She... she committed suicide today."

The words hung in the air like a dark cloud.

Of all the days. Of all the moments. She had chosen today. The day he married Alina. The happiest day of his life.

Clara had run away after the worm attack, desperate to survive. But his shadows had caught her within hours. She had been locked in a dark cell beneath the castle, tortured for information, left to rot in the cold and the silence.

Now she was dead.

Dante’s jaw tightened. His crimson eyes flickered, but his face remained calm. He did not mourn her.

"Don’t tell her," Dante said quietly.

The shadow guard nodded. "Yes, my lord. No one will speak of it."

Dante set down his wine glass on a nearby table. The red liquid swirled gently before settling. He straightened his coat and walked toward the wedding chamber.

The hallway was beautiful. Black flowers lined the walls, their petals soft and delicate in the candlelight. Deep red roses were woven between them, their fragrance heavy and sweet. Candles flickered in small glass holders, casting dancing shadows on the stone floor.

Every step made his heart beat faster.

He had prepared everything. He wanted tonight to be perfect. He wanted her to feel loved and cherished. He wanted to erase every memory of fear and uncertainty from her mind.

He reached the door and pushed it open.