The Light in My Darkness ||Ominis Gaunt X OC||

Chapter 4

The ceremony was held at a cathedral in London. Which one, Ominis was not sure. Nor did he care. Most magical weddings were held in the home as it was not a religious affair. However, with the Fawley family being nobles, there were appearances to be maintained. All noble families were married in the church. Magic or not.

Ominis didn't really understand this custom. It's not as though God cared one way or the other. It didn't matter where it took place to him. It was still an unwanted situation.

Sebastian stood next to him, his green glow warm and comforting. He had missed him during their time apart. Ominis was glad he and Akira were able to take time off from the Ministry to attend.

Akira sat in a pew behind his family. Their red auras were nothing compared to the man behind them. The brilliant blue surrounded the wizard, not nearly as wild as it had once been but still powerful. Ominis could tell he had gained more control over the magic. Anne sat next to him, her dim green aura plucked at his heart strings.

She used to be so vibrant, now she was a husk of herself. Still, it meant the word to him that she managed to make it as well.

Ominis also recognized the shades of orange of Mrs. Fawley and her son, Hector. There were other witches and wizards of various colors mixed in with the dull gray that surrounded all the muggles.

Many muggle nobles were in attendance as well due to the high class nature of the event.

Ominis just knew his brother's wand hand itched to stir something up. He was sure it would be a headline in tomorrow's papers.

He startles as the piano starts playing the classic wedding march. Rustling of clothes gave Ominis the sense that everyone had stood.

“The doors are opening, Om, to your left.” Sebastian guided. Both men and the priest turned to face the crowd.

Ominis didn't need any guidance. The bright aura that filled the gap between the two rows of pews was the same that lingered in his bedroom. One he couldn't help but be drawn to in unspeakable ways.

Charlotte.

Why were his palms sweaty? He shouldn't be nervous. He was being forced into a marriage he didn't want. His heart shouldn't be racing with questions of what her gown looks like.

Is it silk or lace? He enjoyed the softness of her silk gown that night. It was smooth against his arm. Her skin felt delicate and soft as well.

Enough, now is not the time.

Charlotte and her father, a bright orange figure, were at the altar. Viscount Fawley brought his daughter's small gloved hand into Ominis larger palm and gave her a tender kiss to her forehead.

“Be gentle to her,” was all her father would say before he went to sit with his wife and son.

Of course he would be. He is not like his family. If anything, this marriage will force him to protect her from them.

Squaring his shoulders, the man turned towards the priest, trying his best to not let his mind wander.

The hand in his was covered in silk. He could feel the edge of her sleeve on his wrist, soft lace tickled his hand.

Her mouth-watering lavender and honey perfume flooded his senses as she stood next to him. A faint scent of orange caught his nose as Well.

As the priest talked, Ominis allowed himself to run his finger along the soft material of her glove. He felt the woman next to him shift in response. Ever so slightly closer.

The ceremony progressed quickly, Ominis wasn't quite paying attention, just blindly repeating what he was told. He could be confessing to murder for all he knows.