The organ was far too loud for you, masking the sounds of your shoes clacking on the cold floor, your feet leading you towards despair. You couldn’t be more grateful for the veil covering your face. The daunt expression on your face hidden from view.

The Wedding March played on in the background. You neared the altar, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. Eyes were on you, unfamiliar ones. Your loved ones were not present, your friends were not present for what was meant to be the happiest day of your life.

No, it was the most miserable day. You now stood before your soon-to-be husband. The man responsible for the destruction of your Kingdom, the slaughter of your family and friends.

Forced to be wed to bring him security on the throne, now the wife of a wicked, wicked man in your eyes.