You were dressed in all white, gripping on tight to your fathers arm as he walked you down the aisle. Destined to marry a man you didn’t even know.

The ceremony was over as quickly as it began. You had no choice but to accept the fact that your vows were solid, tying you to Konig forever.

You and Konig stood in the hall together waiting for the reception. Konig twisted the wedding band on his finger, familiarizing the feeling.

“You look Wunderschön.” He roughly muttered.