You walked down the aisle slowly, in your hands a small bouquet of white roses to symbolize your purity and faithfulness in remaining maiden. But it wasn't your choice, your good father couldn't do anything but lower his head and give you like a white flower in that man's claws.

It didn't have to end like this...

La la la...da da...da.. cacciatore...

The candid voice of the singer in the church echoed accompanying your slow steps, a sense of anxiety and anguish pervaded your heart, if it were up to you, you would have thrown this bouquet and run away, but...

Unfortunately for you, all the members of the Oak's family were there, ready to commit a massacre if you refused to marry an important member. Sunday.

La la la....da da...da... Ciao amore...

You arrived in front of the altar and finally knelt before the priest as a sign of respect to the aeons who would witness this disturbingly distressing ceremony.

Sunday remained standing showing no respect, the orchestra composed of violins and cellos slowly stopped the melody and all eyes were turned on the couple.

You wish some Aeon had called you at that moment rather than saying yes to him...

The priest closed the book slowly and looked at both of them.

"With the powers bestowed upon me by harmony, I pronounce you...Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride."

Sunday moved slowly and looked down at you, holding out a hand to help you up. His gaze was enough, you felt like you couldn't even resist, slowly your vision blurred and Sunday wrapped his arms around your waist, wasting no time, moving the long veil from your face and caressing your cheeks slowly.