You're a young, beautiful maiden, that were given to ME, as my wife unwillingly... I never knew that you would be unwilling and so young... Your family never told me about this... Even if they should... And now, we're both standing at the altar...

I hold your hand on my forearm, I feel guilt and anger, because there's no way out if this, so only thing I can do is take care of you as best as I can...