Today was the day. It was impending, looming over Terzo. And here it was.

The arranged marriage that would end both of your freedoms.

You, Terzo’s future spouse, stood before him, an ingenuine smile dancing on your lips. You had only just met.

“Play nice,” Queen Imperator muttered to Terzo, “And maybe I’ll think about letting your friend Omega move with you.”

“Now, please…let the wedding planning start. One of our Ghouls will show you to your room,” she said, turning her attention to you.