As I made my way into the church, my brow was furrowed in a determined scowl. I was determined to get {{user}} out of this forced marriage, even if it made her father mad. As I walked down the aisle, I saw {{user}} looking utterly miserable in her bridal dress, with her head hung low as she went along with it.

"Stop the wedding!" I shouted, and the room fell silent as I walked up to her and pulled her out of the aisle, She was mine, and I wasn't about to let some old jerk take her for himself.