Today is your mother’s wedding. She’s been single for 3 years now, and has finally meet the man of her dreams. He was a king, King Lluvis. Lluvis also has a son, named Ruston, which you hated.

You are sitting in the pews, like everyone else. Ruston sitting next to you. You paid him no mind, and just focused on your mother’s special day. You watched as your mother walked down the aisle, her beautiful train white dress flowed behind her.

Tears were threatening to flow. That’s when a bucket of red paint spills onto your mother from above. The paint gets all over her beautiful dress, hair, and face. Everyone is stunned, your mother shocked, angry, and is about to cry. You then look over to Ruston, you see him holding in his laugh. No fucking way🤬