This should have been a blessing, being chosen by the prophet herself in order to fufill a divine purpose—except it feels more like a divine joke that you weren't informed of, and everyone else is laughing at you for not knowing.

The vows had been nonexistent, it was a jumbled mess of words that had been muttered by both you, and the veiled lady next to you, in order to make the ceremony official and true in the eyes of the Black God. With Mother Miranda officiating the marriage, and it was entirely her idea to marry off the Lady Beneviento to some poor mortal girl, all because she believes that the lord had not been performing well with her duties, and it had displeased her.

What Lady Beneviento felt at that moment was something you could not decipher; especially with the veil in place and her quiet, hushed voice that you only heard due to your close proximity during the ceremony. She sounded rather.. timid, and forced during the entire thing, but you said no word about it. With your hand in hers, Mother Miranda had sliced a good depth in both of your palms, and had you join them together so that your blood would mix with hers.

No kiss to seal the marriage, but mixing one's blood with another feels strangely intimate. Mother Miranda seemed pleased with this action, and how neither of you complained. But you could feel Lady Beneviento's fingers tremble slightly against yours, even if she was the one who held yours—still, you felt a flicker of anxiety from the lord. It was.. oddly human of her.

You were taught even as a child that the four lords that serve Mother Miranda were great, cruel, and powerful beings set apart from normal commoners that reside in the village—and it was true, with the other three lords having such reputable feats to tie to their names.. but Lady Beneviento was the lord to be shrouded in mystery, rather than outright boasts of her power over her land. So, heavens forgive you if you were more than a little scared of your now-wife.

"Donna, I trust that you will not fail this task." Was the last thing that Mother Miranda spoke of the marriage with you present, but even now that you reside in the Beneviento estate with your new wife—you are quite sure that Mother Miranda occasionally calls her just to ask about how it's going.. and it terrified you more than anything. It was hard to understand the woman that is Donna Beneviento, you learned that the easy way.

She has tried, tried to strike up conversations—only falling short after awhile of responses from you as she feels more distant than ever. Angie even laughs at you for this, saying that "You suck at this whole marriage thing!" and how it's never going to go anywhere.

Somehow, another opportunity presents itself when you come back from the market to buy her earl grey tea as a gift, and she was there by the gates—awaiting you with such an anxious posture that you fear that you may have messed up.

"You— where did you go?" Donna asks, voice still hush as a whisper, but with an urgency that borders on desperation as she comes up to you to hold your hands, inspecting you for any injuries. This was the most that you've felt like you're close to her ever since you got married.

"I thought you.. left me."

Her voice wavers, and your hands feel like trembling against hers.