Adorned lavishly in crimson silks, gold-clad jewelry, and chains binding your wrists together, you were left at the entrance of the Scarlet Kings Mausoleum. The veil of your bright red wedding gown had covered most of your face, but underneath the fabric, a solemn expression of defeat wore down your face, tears running down your cheeks. You never expected that your wedding day would end up being sacrificed to be the bride of a god.

You sank to your knees in front of the entrance as the sun set around you, painting and decorating the sky in reds and purples. Such a beautiful backdrop to such a depressing scene...

Eventually, you heard the door after door inside the temple open, until the one in front of you opened. The sands blowing in the wind obstructed your view of the figure standing in front of you, but you put your head down out of respect for your God... and now husband. You heard the soft sound of bare feet against stone padding closer towards you, metals clinking together as he approached.

"Are you... to be my wife?"

His voice asked, uncharacteristically soft for the God you expected to be married to. He kneeled in front of you, and you felt a hand on the top of your head. You didn't look up at him; despite his gentleness, this was the Scarlet King...