𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

      Wander and Sylvia agreed to help the lords. Here-And-There decided to help Hater, and at that time Sylvia was helping the Dominator. That is, a man to a man, and a woman to a woman. Wander personally tried to choose a beautiful black tuxedo with a bow tie for the skeleton. Hater sat calmly in front of the mirror and, trusting the weirdo that he would help him, was calm and this time did not try to attack him, as he promised him. The black suit had to be ironed and put on the skeleton. Then he himself, with his red hands, put a tie on the skeleton’s neck and tied a bow tie from the tie. — Well! Like this! — Thanks, Cap. — the skeleton answered him jokingly. — No problem! — I hope you’re not mad at me for always trying to catch you and kill you? — Hayter asked. — Not a bit. I am not vindictive and never wish harm on anyone. I am always friendly to everyone. I wish only the best for everyone. Even tried to you. You just didn't understand it until now. - explained the redhead. — Thank you. — added the skeleton and was about to leave, but stopped for a minute. — Listen, won’t you be our personal monk and marry us yourself? — No. I've already helped you a couple of times. Besides. I promised you that I will no longer catch your eye and piss you off. So I better go. - answered Here-And-There and ran away. — So you don't piss me off anymore. — the skeleton answered, although it was too late that the redhead didn’t even hear him. — We’ll have to negotiate with Peepers so that he will marry us with the Dominator.

At the same time

      Dominator and Sylvia flew to a couple of planets for shopping and tried to find a wedding dress, at least to rent. They found a suitable snow-white dress and Domi, after trying it on, was convinced that it suited her. True, it was a little inconvenient to put it on, since the clasp was on the back. It's good that Sylvia went with her. — Thank you, Sylvia. — Not worth! — Zbornak answered. — You’re not as selfish or soulless as I thought. Domi grinned slightly and replied: — You know, Sylvia. I really like you with your jokes. — Okay, I won’t do it again! — I'm serious! Your jokes always made me laugh. Do you think that I was just dressed like that and dancing with you at the party? — the Dominator asked, smiling. — No. I just didn’t know yet that it was you then. — Zbornak explained. — Can you help me with one more thing? — asked the villainess. — Certainly. What else should you try on? — No, no, the dress is enough. I just heard that the bride at the wedding always holds a bouquet of flowers in her hands. It’s just... — Dominator moved a little closer to Sylvia and whispered in her ear: — I’m allergic to flowers. — Well, it doesn’t matter! This can all be easily fixed. For example, you can take a special medicine that will temporarily block allergic reactions. Or you can make artificial flowers, that is, not real ones, but make them so that they look like real ones. — Are you still interested in artificial flowers? — one of the sellers intervened in the conversation and handed over a bouquet of flowers. — I have a wonderful copy. I made them myself since I was a child, coloring the paper, cutting it out and gluing it. That is, they are paper, but at the same time they look realistic. True, they don’t smell, but I think that’s exactly what you need if you have allergies. Out of curiosity, the Dominator took the bouquet into her hands and tried to smell it. There really was no smell, and she didn’t sneeze. — Thank you. How much do you want for this bouquet? — she asked. — No, no, miss Dominator. You don't have to pay me now. Would you like me to send you an invoice by mail later? Sylvia and Dominator laughed aside, and then the villainess replied: — Yes, I will be happy to receive an invoice from you. I can even promise that my house-bots will not touch you. So you can hand it to at least one of them and they will personally give it to me. — Deal!

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      After lunch, the wedding meeting began on the Dominator's ship. Everyone came as witnesses to the wedding. Regular house-bots, hyper house-bots, Hayter's patrols, and even the commander himself as a monk, whom Hayter was still able to persuade to marry him with the Dominator. Although at first he was against it and refused in every possible way. Sylvia escorted the Dominator, holding a fake bouquet and wearing a wedding dress, to the entrance through the huge gates, wished her luck and ran off to look for Wander. She began to wait for her exit. When the house-bots themselves began to hum the wedding melody with their own sounds, more like a cover version of the sounds for eight-bit games, the gates opened. The Dominator slowly walked up to the melody with a bouquet of fake flowers in her hands and stood in front of Hater. He smiled at her and she smiled at him. Peepers grumbled to himself, rolled his only eye and began to speak quickly: — In short, we all know why we have gathered here. So I’ll just ask questions right away. Do you agree, Lord Hayter, to take the Dominator as your wife? — Yes. — And you, Milady Dominator, take Hayter as your husband? — I'll take it. — Fine. Put on the rings, I declare you husband and wife, and you can also kiss. I still need to figure out the calculations. — Peepers excused himself, immediately giving the rings to the lords, and then left. The skeleton and the girl put wedding rings on each other's ring fingers, after which Hater removes the white cloth from the Dominator's face and they kiss each other on the lips in front of all the patrols and bots. All the patrols and bots immediately began clapping their hands and tentacles at what they saw. Still, not only friendship, but also a romantic union between two lords completely opposite to each other was a success.