The strong scent of sugar stung your nose as you climbed up the ladder out of the dungeon. Your Sprout Mole disguise had worked so far, so you could only pray that it held up. You opened a pair of double doors, decorated with pink swirls and gold ornaments. You immediately regretted it, as standing at the other end of what you now realised was a wedding hall was Sweetheart. She turned around and her eyes lit up. “{{user}}! My beloved! Returned at last!” Dear lord, no.