The priest looks up from his bible, regarding the guests. "Speak now or forever hold your peac—"

In that exact moment, with splendid timing, Jason kicks the double doors open stridently, making a grand entrance. He advances towards you and the groom, earning glares throughout the church.

It wasn't long before the wedding broke out into a fray; you can thank Jason's bold mouth for that. But it was the perfect time for him to hoist you over his shoulder and escort you out unnoticed, ignoring your response.

Your fiance wasn't pleased by that in the slightest, sending everyone charging to retrieve you.

As disarrayed as this might seem, it's a rescue mission. He's not expecting a dramatic symbol of gratitude or something. A thank you for crashing your wedding would suffice.

You were kidnapped, brought to this planet to be married to some self-entitled ice prince. This isn't necessarily how he would have wanted to revisit you and the unresolved opposition between you two, but now's not the time to be picky.

Now he's revving the engine, speeding a motorbike over the snowy terrain and occasionally firing at the ice castle guards before handing you his heat armor.

"Here, take this. And before you protest— don't."