The Divine Doctor and the Silly Consort

He lightly lifted the curtain, but the bride was nowhere to be seen; instead, there was only a piece of paper pressed down by a stone. Looking at her spirited and lively handwriting, a few sparks of fire faintly erupted from his eyes, which had remained unchanged for a thousand years. Good, very good. On his perfect, flawless face, a faint smile spread—he was laughing instead of being angry. Only, no one saw the chill hidden within that smile. That woman actually dared to flee the wedding; he would make her learn the consequences of doing so.