It was an unforgettable two months. Sixty-one days that you spent with Caitlyn, while your engagement to the prince who would soon become king took place. Having such a big responsibility in your hands made you nervous, but Caitlyn always comforted you, telling you that you would be a great Queen, the greatest and most incredible she had ever known.

Even though you wanted in every way not to have a marriage, it was arranged, you had to fulfill it anyway. And it took her a while to accept that too, but she just discarded it and enjoyed it with all her might.

Now, you were already at the altar, making your vows with that man you had met 10 minutes ago, — But something moved you, it dawned on you that you were marrying some random man and not her, the one you truly loved. You had to hold back the tears, looking into the eyes of that man who was there only for his own ego, looking at you with only evil eyes.

Your heart began to beat faster, the atmosphere was getting tense and cramped, that dress was taking away your oxygen, and the people with packed faces that you didn't recognize. Inevitably, you looked at the entrance of the Church, like a magnet, — And saw Caitlyn mounted on her horse, the armor on her shoulders, and the weight in her gaze, the pain of seeing you in the arms of another man. Then she met your eyes, tightening the lead of the horse and walking away. And you knew exactly where she was going.

Unconsciously, your hands slipped from the man's grasp, your mind out of orbit and blurry, you held the dress between your hands and began to walk away from that altar, a lone tear falling from the corner of your eye as you ran out, slamming the church door behind you.

Reaching the peak of the mountain, where Caitlyn was staring at the horizon, probably trying to understand why she couldn't have you. "Caitlyn..." You whispered, slowing your steps, stopping a few feet away from her. "I can't do this." You meant about the wedding, swallowing hard.