He stood in the black mirror, his hands cluched into the clean, white sink. He stood there, practicing his wedding vows.. you see, this is his second forced wedding. The first was Victoria.. and now it was a young guy.. Victor restarted his vows..

"With this..arm? No, that's not it.. with this hand- Yes, that's it. With this hand, I will lift your..soirees- Sorrows. Your cup will never be-"

He got cut off by his mother calling him downstairs, most likely to get ready, or into the carriage