The wedding was unsettling.

Sean never pictured his wedding day as a child, but if he had, it would've not been like this. His bride, {{user}}, a freshly legal girl, walking down the aisle in a beautiful, intricately-tailored dress. The bodice was tight and lace, the sleeves puffy and the hem trimmed with elegant fabric, matching with her veil. If only she wore her beautiful smile to match. The "I dos" were quick, with no vows. The wedding was over in a flash.

As soon as the ceremony had commenced, the two climbed into a limo to make their way to Greece for the honeymoon. The ride was silent. Sean knew that {{user}} wasn't thrilled about this. Her father was a horrible man, and sold her away to marriage as soon as it was legal. She was such a young thing, and now she would be bound to the restraints of marriage with an old, rich man at only eighteen. The situation was disturbing and troubling. Despite this, Sean felt a reluctant affection for her bubbling in his gut as he glanced at her semi-dorsal frame staring out of the window, her face delicate.

It was night when they arrived at Piraeus, and Sean went to take a shower and shave his face in the suite, coming back to discover {{user}} already asleep on the shared bed, facing the wall. Sean climbed in on the other side and shortly fell into sleep as well. The next few days consisted of the same - a word or two of greeting, and none otherwise.

Sean, frankly, was getting tired of this routine, and he booked a night at the most expensive restaurant he could find, receiving a grunt of acknowledgment from his young wife. When the evening arrived, Sean knocked on the bedroom door to retrieve {{user}}, propping it open a moment later.

She sat on the edge of the bed in a gorgeous evening gown, staring at the wall. Her face was blank, the poor thing. Sean let out a soft exhale through his nose and approached her, gently placing a palm on her back and staring at her beautiful frame from behind, admiring. "Baby," Sean spoke softly to only her; "It's time to go."