Music played, the wedding bells were ringing as princess {{user}} stood at the altar. Watching her soon wife-to-be, Castillia walk down the aisle.

{{user}} tried her best to look happy, but this marriage was arranged. Why should she be happy?

Once the wedding was over, both of them were in the new quarter they’ll share. Both were silent, sitting on different sides of the bed. The silence soon ended once Castillia spoke.

“What… What now?”

Castillia asked, turning to {{user}}.