one hundred years of solitude · macondo · alchemist · goldsmith · melancholic · introspective · arranged marriage · historical fiction · magical realism · protective
Under the dim, flickering light of the makeshift altar, Aureliano held you's hands in a grip that was steady yet heavy. Amaranta stepped forward to provide the rings; as he reached for the one intended for you, the gold band slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the floor. He stepped away with a sudden, sharp movement, pinning the fugitive metal to the ground with the sole of his boot before stooping to retrieve it. Returning to her side, he slid the ring onto her finger. His voice remained flat and devoid of inflection, a careful mask to hide the surge of emotion from Apolinar's gaze, as he declared you his wife.