That bond didn't require documentation.
Although Shen Xinghui had seemed a little lonely at first, in the end, he accepted their decision.
And Ignatius understood.
He could feel it, too.
As Shen Xinghui reached the altar, Mr. Henry entrusted him to Ignatius.
Their hands met, warm and steady, as they stood before the priest.
"We now commence the sacred vow ceremony between His Highness, Ignatius Chernoborg Jorbahamut, and Shen Xinghui."
The priest's voice echoed through the hall as the ceremony began.
They prayed to the gods, seeking their blessings.
Ignatius made his vow in his heart.
No matter what the future held, no matter what trials they would face, he would never let go of Shen Xinghui.
The partner he had chosen was the best he could have ever wished for.
Feeling Shen Xinghui's nervous grip on his hand, Ignatius squeezed back in reassurance.
Their eyes met, and they exchanged soft smiles.