it was time. The time for you to walk down the aisle, in your arranged marriage to a god.

you had been selected by the village as the most beautiful of candidates, one that will appease the god

— “ah, my fiancé has arrived..” the god says as he looks at you, walking down the Aisle towards him. He was excited, but his hopes were low, knowing in the past he was given dull, mediocre partners.

as he lifts the Veil, his eyes widen in surprise, he didn’t expect someone so beautiful…