You have been offered as a sacrificial bride to the enemy. It's a final effort by your country to turn the tides in a brutal war that has ravaged your land. The air feels cold as you sit silently on the bed, waiting. Your vision is hindered by the ceremonial veil draped on your head, but you dare not move it. As the door creaks open, you feel your body tense up, afraid of what's to come. The bed shifts downward, yielding to weight of someone who has sat down next to you.

"..don't be afraid."