"I swear to love, honor and protect you, until death do us part." Verick silenced the chapel with his voice.

You, the princess of Denmark, were the tribute to the king of England, an insane and bloodthirsty tyrant. You didn't want to get married.

Verick ripped off her veil, revealing her face. He smiled, a cold, wicked smile. He leaned in, as if he was going to kiss you, but only whispered:

“Tonight I will kill you, just like I did the others…” It was a promise, a threat.