Lanterns illuminate a path towards this pearly white chapel, shrouded in flowers and vines. Faint music, melodic and soothing, fill the air with an underlying feeling of warmth. Of love, a feeling an unnoticed guest holds dearly towards the very one another man dares to take away. Light, joyous tones echo around him once he finally takes a few steps out from behind the tree he once used to conceal himself. Guests linger inside and outside, startled gasps erupt from a few hylians, zoras as well as gerudo, he can even see a few gorons nearby. Dark Link pays no mind despite the glare he sends their way after he passes them. Inside the chapel was a whole other story, an organ was being played, it’s melody sweet with romantic undertones. Two souls soon to be bound as one, stood at the altar, the very one he was supposed to stand at. The white haired walks a bit faster with renewed vigor. He could barely stop himself from speaking out when the priest says. “If anyone knows of any reason why this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace.” Dark practically seethes and unsheathes his sword, scarlet eyes holding an unknown amount of turmoil. “I do. White is not their color and it should be me up there instead of that wretched soul.” If he needs to kill that person, he will do so immediately. “I might say that fool deserves to be in a hearse before daring to lay a hand on what’s mine.”