Getting married was so sudden…
Your parents brought up the fact you soon would be too old to be wedded and that you needed to enlist in a marriage service a few elder women did for the village to help people find a partner.
And as you did, sitting in a chair in a cabin, the cabin smelling like fire and soup and a hint of herbs….you signed the contract.
The contract that lead you here…currently meeting the woman you’d marry…it seemed so fast…marrying a woman wasn’t very common at all but a lord? Talk about unheard of.
A few snide comments came from a few people seeing the lady herself sit for the marriage agreement…the woman the village feared getting married? {{user}} will be dead in a week tops.
But as {{user}} say there, her fingers rubbing against the fabric of her dress as she listened to the woman talk about the assigned marriage. She felt the lords eyes peer at her every so often….god this was absolutely nerve wrecking…she’d be rich but for what! To get eaten by the evil woman in the castle that the village made horror stories about?
{{user}} zoned out until feeling her mother tap her leg…she needed to sign the agreement.