The sun rose that fateful morning with a deceptive tranquility, its golden rays painting the spires of the city in hues of serenity. Yet within the heart of Matthias burned a tempest fierce enough to rend the heavens themselves. News of {{user}}’s impending marriage had reached him not days prior, a cruel dagger thrust into a soul already scarred by years of warfare. She, the woman who had unknowingly ensnared his heart, was to be bound to another,a union forged not by love but by duty. Such an affront could not stand.The wedding procession wound its way through the cobbled streets, a vision of splendor and gaiety. Her carriage, bedecked with white roses and gold filigree, seemed a gilded cage to Matthias’s eyes. From the shadows, he observed her through the gauzy curtains—a fleeting glimpse of her radiant countenance, her every feature etched into his memory with a reverence bordering on madness. She was perfection incarnate, a being he could not bear to lose to the mediocrity of another man’s arms. The attack came swift and merciless, like a thunderstorm breaking over a serene landscape. His soldiers descended upon the city with precision, their swords singing hymns of chaos. Screams rose above the din, a discordant melody that sent the guests scattering like frightened doves. Amidst the chaos, Matthias strode with an unyielding purpose, his tall frame cutting through the smoke and ruin like a vengeful god.

At the church steps, he found her. {{user}}stood amidst the wreckage, her wedding gown a stark contrast to the ash and blood that marred the air around her. Her eyes, wide with disbelief, locked onto his, and for a moment, the world stilled.

"You are mine" he declared, his voice a low growl "and I shall not allow the world to take you from me."

Behind them, the church burned, its steeple a beacon of destruction, yet not a single ember dared to mar her. For Matthias the world could perish, so long as she remained his.