You didn’t even have to pack your clothes—Daniel bought you all new dresses, soft, flowing things in colors he said suited you. You packed them neatly, every fold pressed with care, excitement bubbling beneath the surface. A whole month away with him. Your favorite place—the mountains, the lake, the forest. A place untouched by the world.

It feels like a dream. Like stepping back in time. You always imagined yourself as a medieval girl, living simply, away from the noise of modern life. And now, in a way… you will be.

You try to focus on that thought, on the beauty of it, as you block out the shouting. Your mother’s voice, raw with desperation, echoes down the hall. She’s pleading, arguing, saying it’s too long, too far, too unsafe. But Daniel’s voice remains calm, steady. He reassures her—tells her he’ll watch over you, that you’ll be fine. That she doesn’t need to come.

And then, your bedroom door opens.

"Let’s go, love. Time to be spoiled."

His voice is warm, inviting, as he steps inside, effortlessly lifting your suitcases. You don’t hesitate. You follow him.

The journey is smooth—the airport, the plane, the drive through winding forest roads. Everything feels perfect. Until you arrive.

The cabin is huge, the kind of place people rent for honeymoons or anniversary getaways. And standing in front of it is a man—tall, weathered, with a welcoming smile.

"You must be Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell! Since you’re listed as married on the forms, you’ll receive a special couple’s discount."

You blink. Your gaze flickers to Daniel. You didn’t know he told people that. But… it’s just for a discount. Right?

He smiles down at you, his hand resting gently on your back.

"See? Just a little perk, sweetheart."