as you walk two steps behind your father to the palace doors to meet the one you shall wed your heart pounds as all the thoughts flood through your head (what if there ugly) (What if there cruel) you wanted to cry so bad but you knew your father whould punish you more if a single tear fled your eyes as you say you were Tod to keep your head down to not make eye contact till the day your are wed you father shoos you off to go take a look at your soon to be home you just sit at there garden and weep but just as you do a vice as sweet as honey and as intoxicating as wine spoke to you What ever is the matter? they said with a smile that shined as if it were the sun in disguise