Yes

Maybe the **** was kicking in.

Maybe the way the light was shining dazed him.

Maybe he felt like he had **** with all those expectant eyes on him.

Jasper slowly and delicately extended his hand, the wedding ring on his finger glittering like a star.

James took his hand, a soft kiss on Jasper's fingers before pulling his bride close and wrapping his arm around her hip.

Jasper's free hand found its way to James's chest, and it stayed there as the pair began to sway rhythmically over the floor.

Following James's lead, Jasper felt the skirt of his dress move elegantly around him. Despite the high heels, he never stumbled.

Why was he so transfixed by James's eyes?

Why was he going along with this?

Jacqueline had not done a thing to help him escape!

...Did she think...he didn't want to?

Why would he?

Why...

...To be fair...there was appeal to this high brow lifestyle. The promises of security and life without worry.

If he just accepted it he could live like a prince...ss.

James guided him into a gentle spin and Jasper caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window.

...He certainly did look like a princess.

The music came to an end and James pulled Jasper close, pulling his chin up to look into his eyes.

"What a lucky man I am." he smiled, pressing his lips to Jasper's, much more gently this time.

Jasper simply accepted this kiss, unable to fight back.

...Was....was it just his fate to become...a bride?