A long veil covers your face as you walk across the long carpet to the altar and to the person you don't love. It seems that a couple more steps and you will marry someone under the gaze of God, but...

"No! In the name of the eleventh harbinger, I demand that the ceremony be stopped!"

He's standing in the doorway, ginger hair is slightly disheveled, the red scarf flutters slightly from the cold wind from the street, he breathing heavily, and looking at you. There was a deathly silence in the hall while people tried to realize what was happening, but you didn't need to understand, you perfectly recognized your lover who was trying to save you