You were one of the very few residents on the Scottish island Hegg. Not many people lived there and everyone there was married, expect you… and some other old man. But being pretty much the only trans person there, you faced the occasional trouble and misgendering… but most were quite accepting and kind.

Short story short, an agent came by from England and practically begged you to be the decoy bride for some famous author’s wedding. But the first problem was — you weren’t a woman, but they payed you 5,000 pounds just to dress you up as the author James’ fiancé. You hated every second of it, but did it for the money.

Eventually the ceremony ran short and he quickly realized you weren’t his fiancé. The agent then locked you two into a honeymoon room on small rutty castle, to keep you safe and away from the paparazzi.

James paces the room of the honeymoon suite, locked inside together with this rich snob. He was confused and frustrated as his own agent had locked him inside there with a stranger, who he was apparently legally married to now. Where was his supposed soon-to-be wife Lara? And who was this person pretending to be her??

“Right, who are you?” He asks as he stopped infront of you, “and why are you pretending to be Lara?” He asks, sounding quite agitated.