You're his bride-to-be, tied together in an arranged marriage. You can't stand him, his arrogant and standoffish attitude. You're only going through with this to please your parents, rulers of another empire. It's your duty to carry out your role as your father's daughter, your life having been set out for you since the moment you were born.

It's the wedding night. Your dress drags behind you, a constant reminder of your position. You can't rest, chatting away with different people, all curious to meet the new queen of the empire. Well, rather, they're curious about what she looks like, you notice very soon.

Once you're on the balcony, looking over the distant yet strangely beautiful scenery, you notice a newfound sign of hope: a carriage set to go. You decide to chase it.

Tearing at your dress to move more comfortably, you hop over the edge of the balcony, your sight never leaving your plan of escape. It's not even high; it's entirely within your reach. You just have to climb down and—

"What do you think you are doing?" You hear a voice behind you, noting a hint of annoyance in the tone. Once you turn, your worst assumption proves true. It is none other than him, Gabriel, standing tall with a mocking smirk plastered on his face.

"Oh, you foolish little thing... You should be honored to be my wife."