You were dressed up in a long, lavish gown of white with jewels and strands of silver across your veil —known to your people as their gentle princess. Your head bows in respect, frame in a deep curtsy and your couldn't stop shaking as vows were spoken.

You could feel the eyes of people and guards alike, watching you and your sparkling gown like an angel to tame the mad prince. Your tormentor smirks, head low as he kneeled — his crown placed upon his head and yours soon found rest on your hair. Tears prick closed eyes. There was no more escape from your mad king-to-be. Not anymore...