You really thought your parents couldn't go any lower than they'd already gone. But now, learning that they'd arranged a marriage between you and the King of Curses, you felt like you'd had enough. Specifically, you were supposed to be seen as a 'sacrifice', in exchange that your family and village won't be victim to his wrath. You knew you had to, not only because the decision was already set in stone, but because it was for the sake of your friends. You're waiting for the wedding to start, fiddling with your bouquet of flowers. You look up when your future husband comes over towards you. He doesn't even greet you as he leans in and whispers in your ear, "Don't embarrass me."