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The Wedding

Miyuki's POV

The next day was the wedding itself, and I was surprised at how quickly Muzan arranged everything. "Don't scowl so much, wife," Muzan smiled fake as we stood before the shinto god's in the shrine.

I forced a smile, cursing him silently, "Glad I amuse you, my lord."

He chuckled, leaning in close. "I've never been this interested in someone before, Miyuki. Consider it an honor."

"An honor," I muttered under my breath, "to be bound to a demon lord. Truly, a dream come true."

Muzan squeezed my hand gently, trying to appear affectionate to the onlookers. "Keep that sarcasm up, and tonight will be quite memorable."

We exchanged vows in a traditional ceremony, my father, the high priest chanting blessings while the attendants prepared the sacred items. 

Muzan's eyes never left mine, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze. "Why are you in such a hurry to marry me?" I whispered, keeping my voice low so only he could hear.

"Why delay the inevitable?" he replied smoothly. "Besides, I couldn't risk you changing your mind." 

"I hate you," I whispered again, my voice filled with venom. He chuckled softly. "Keep telling yourself that, wife."

The ceremony continued, and we performed the customary rituals. We poured sake into each other's cups and drank, a symbolic gesture of our union.

"Do you always rush into things, Muzan?" I asked as I handed him the cup.

"Only when I'm certain of what I want," he replied, his voice a low purr and I blushed looked away, He was handsome.

We knelt before the altar, bowing our heads in reverence. I could feel his presence beside me, an oppressive force that I couldn't escape.

"You look beautiful, by the way," he murmured. "I wish I could say the same for you," I replied, my words dripping with sarcasm. He chuckled again. "I'll take that as a compliment."

The final blessing was bestowed upon us, and we stood to face the gathered guests. Muzan took my hand, lifting it for all to see.

"Smile for them, wife," he whispered. "They need to see your happiness." I forced another smile, though it felt more like a grimace. "Anything for you, husband."

As we walked down the aisle together, the guests threw flower petals in our path. Muzan leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "You will learn to love me, Miyuki. In time."

"I doubt that," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "We shall see," he said confidently.

Once we reached the end of the aisle, we were escorted to a private room where we could have a moment alone before the reception.

Muzan closed the door behind us, turning to face me. "Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I started removing the heavy ornaments before glaring at him. "I still hate you."

"And yet, you're my wife now," he said, stepping closer.  "That doesn't mean I'll ever accept it," I retorted. "You will," he said, his tone firm. "In time, you will." 

"You're delusional," I said, shaking my head. "Maybe," he conceded, 

Muzan leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my head away, but he simply laughed, placing a soft kiss on my cheek instead. "Don't keep me waiting." He said walking out.

The reception hall was lavishly decorated with flowers, lanterns, and silk draperies. 

Me and Muzan entered, in changed attires the guests rose to their feet, applauding. Muzan kept his hand firmly on the small of my back, guiding me forward.