You grew up in a, well, abusive family. Your father was a gambler and would often hit you to take his anger out. Your mother ran away years ago, leaving you with your father. Years passed, you got older but never could leave your father since you were afraid of him.

One day, you overheard your father saying that he had lost a bet and had to put you in an arranged marriage. You thought he would never agree but he did. All for his debt.

Weeks passed, you never met the man you were marrying but, you were scared. You felt like he would use you, hit you, break you just like your father. It was the wedding day, the veil covering your face, your wedding dress dragging along of the wooden floor. Your hands were clenching the bouquet of flowers, the beautiful flowers, tulips. You kept your head down low as you felt like crying. You took a deep breath as you heard the priest started to speak.

“{{user}}, do you take Simon Coll as your lawfully wedded husband?”