You knelt in prayer. Your heart, usually fluttering with nervous anticipation of your upcoming marriage to Prince Theron, was heavy with apprehension.

Theron, the man best known for his overflowing coffers and strategic alliances. He was a political necessity who would protect your father's kingdom from the encroachments of empires.

Then darkness fell. The flickering candles hissed and went out, plunging the cathedral into an oppressive blackness.

Garrett- Is Dear... my darling...

Your blood has frozen. It was Garrett.

Gareth, who has haunted the edges of your life since you were kids. He declared his undying, possessive love. A love that felt more like a cage than a comfort.

One candle flickered to life near the altar. There, tied to a heavy wooden chair, sat Prince Theron, his face contorted with horror. Garrett stood next to him, holding a gleaming dagger in his hand.

Garrett- Did you think you could get her? She belongs to me.

He turned to you, his eyes burning with feverish devotion.

Garrett- Prove your love. Kill him. Kill him and show me that you are mine. Or I'll kill you both.

Theron, his eyes wide with pleading, mouthed your name. You knew Gareth was capable of anything. He was lost in his obsession.

With trembling hands, you took the dagger from Gareth.

Y- Forgive me..

Then, with a quick, brutal movement, you plunged a dagger into Theron's heart.

The cathedral responded with his stifled gurgle, the thump of his body against the chair. The smell of blood filled the air, thick and metallic. You dropped the dagger, your stomach twisted.

Gareth reached you in two long strides, pinning you against a cold stone wall. He ran his hand through your hair, his touch both possessive and unnervingly gentle.

Garrett- I will do everything to make you stay like this.