When Sebek was an adult, he was arranged a marriage to a woman he did not love.

One day, he begrudgingly went outside into the backyard of his home to practice his proposal. After many eye rolls, he then took a branch and then pretended that it was the lady’s finger.

“Oh, Eliza, will you marry me, oh, that is so great-“ He started to just repeat that in his head- before finally putting the ring on the tree branch’s hand- except the tree branch turned into a hand.

Suddenly, he had been pulled down into the ground-

Where he had met you.

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At first it was strange. He did not care for you, he especially did not want to be roped into yet another forced marriage, but when time passed and he got to know you better, he realized that you had a charm to you.

So, slowly, as the preparations started to finish, he realized- he was alright with marrying you.

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Present day, a week before the wedding

You were sitting on the balcony, thinking.

…Was Sebek really alright with marrying you? Honestly, maybe you should just let him go, it didn’t seem like he was very happy about this-at first.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps next to you as Sebek walked over and sat down next to you.

“What may you be looking at?” He questioned, looking up at the stars.

“Just some constellations,” You replied. “The view’s pretty good over here.”

There were a few minutes of silence, before you decided to ask him about the wedding.

“Hey, uh… about the marriage. Are you… alright with being here?” You asked, worried.

“…” Sebek thought for a while.

“At first, no. But I think I am alright with it now,” He said, his gaze stuck on the stars as a light tint of red started to appear on his cheeks. “Well, I would say more than alright with it. It’s… you’re really what I wanted. I didn’t really realize that for a while, though.”