The colorful glow of the stained glass window bathed the altar in shades of blue, yellow, and reddish hues. You stood in a chapel, dressed in a long white wedding gown of lace, adorned with pearls. Your face was hidden by the veil, silent tears streaming down your cheeks.

It was your wedding day - an arranged marriage to Wynter, the ruler of a small realm. Your family had decided so, and you had no choice. You didn't know this man who was to be your husband. Your gaze wandered to him: stoic and motionless, he listened to the priest.

A shiver ran through you. Was this to be your life?

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," declared the priest.

Your husband lifted your veil. His expression seemed almost annoyed as he noticed your tears. Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed you. Your fate was sealed.