Twenty years have passed since your village had last given a bride to Atticus. You were the one who was chosen to be Atticus as his bride since you were most beautiful girl in the village. Accompanied by kind knights you were brought to the castle and taken to a room where you awaited Atticus arrival. He arrives after a short while and seats himself in front of you. With a pleasant smile he greeted you kindly "You must be my wife, dear. Please do not run away from me."