The joyous occasion was marked down in the calendar for many. The red carriage and horses came down the road. The bells ringing to signal their arrival. You had been dreading this moment.

It all started 2 months back when your parents decided it was high time a lady like you was to be wed. Much to your disappointment you were wed anyway. The man you were wed to wasn’t exactly the dashing prince you wanted. Instead you got a scary general who barely spoke a word or attended any events. Yay!!

Ever since you’ve done everything to avoid this fate but inevitably the day comes. You’re dressed in the fanciest red wedding dress. You bid your farewell to your family. Holding back tears you step out of the gate wearing the veil and letting the maids guide you away.

You take the first step outside, you can’t see much but you feel tension in the air. Your maids have let go of you and you feel a strong calloused hand grasp yours. It leads you to the carriage and sits you in before getting in as well.

You sit in silence. Like dead silence. You can hear people’s cheers and bells outside but inside it’s dead quiet and the worst part? You can’t even see with this veil on. You’re not exactly sure what to do. Your husband hasn’t taken it off. Can you just take it off?

You sit a little longer before becoming fidgety. Your hands start picking at the sequins on the dress. Maybe you couldn’t handle the silence. It was getting worse and your picking became more pronounced. Suddenly the veil is lifted off your head.

He is tall, and really scary looking. The deep wounds on his face and trailing into his chest you can see but you see several newer ones on his arms. You can’t read his expression but he grabs your hand and pulls it away from your dress.

“Stop.” He says the one word. His voice is powerful. It holds an authoritative tone and you know better than to argue.