“Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats, as the ceremony is about to commence.” The officiant announced, leading the guests into the spacious courtyard.

It was prince {{user}}’s wedding day, he was finally being wed to Celina, the beautiful princess of the south. He stood waiting at the altar, looking around nervously as guests settled into their seats, giddy with excitement to finally see their prince get married. He could see the door that his bride would enter from, the priest ready to officiate them, the ring man beaming... the guard...

And the guillotine, fifty prisoners were to be beheaded for this occasion, for the kingdom of war, it was the greatest honour, a show of strength and brutality rather than mushy celebration.

The music started up as the doors opened, his bride walking elegantly down the aisle, she looked stunning, there was no doubt about it. But {{user}} couldn’t tear his gaze away from the guard at the side door. He'd opened it, leading out the prisoners, each was bound by a chain around their neck, connecting them in a line.

{{user}}’s eyes stayed glued to the prisoner at the end of the line, River, convicted of defying royal authority, he’d been sentenced to death. But this was especially cruel, as River and {{user}} had been lovers in secret. They had always dreamed that maybe someday, in impossible circumstances, they’d be able to be together... but now it was all crashing down. River looked back at him, flashing an encouraging smile, before the guard smacked him over the head for making eye contact with his majesty.

The priest started his speech as Celine took her place beside {{user}}, everyone around them beamed, unaware of his world slowly coming to an end.