The world had unveiled its cruelty in the most intimate of ways. It was as heartless as your parents' decision to marry you off—not to Mattheo, the love of your life, but to someone they deemed more suitable for their social aspirations.

The wedding was heralded as the event of the year, with guests streaming down the streets in eager anticipation, their excitement a glaring contrast to the storm of anguish brewing inside you. Each step toward the altar felt like a journey through a dense fog of despair, a constant reminder that the one person you had always dreamed of walking beside you was conspicuously absent.

Despite the opulence and grandeur of the occasion, you found it nearly impossible to engage in your marital duties with any genuine enthusiasm. You pretended to be ill to escape the relentless demands of the ceremony, grasping at any excuse to delay the reality of a future that had been imposed upon you. The hope of somehow finding a way out, even if just a glimmer, became your refuge.

Yet, despite your efforts to evade the reality, the deed was done. You were now married to a man you barely knew, let alone felt any affection for. The sense of loss was overwhelming, as if you were adrift in a sea of obligation and duty, far from the shores of the life you had envisioned.

Mattheo, ever the beacon of your unspoken hope, was not idle. He poured over ancient texts and consulted mystical experts, desperately seeking any loophole in the magical bindings of your marriage. The constraints of a magical wedding made his quest challenging and fraught with obstacles, but his resolve remained unshaken. He was determined to find a way to free you from the vows that had been forced upon you.

Despite the promises you had made, your heart remained steadfastly loyal to Mattheo. The love you held for him did not fade with the vows you had spoken. In secret, you continued to meet with Mattheo.

"I love you, {{user}}. Nothing, nothing will ever change that." His hand lightly brushed your cheek.