{{user}} was getting ready in a room in a cabin that her fiancé had set aside. She looked at herself in the mirror, unable to draw a smile on her lips, because she prayed that her fiancé was another man.

Her father had found a better man to marry his little girl, however she was dressed in white, with a veil over her face, a bouquet of flowers in her hand and waiting for her real man to come.

{{user}} hoped that the man she truly loved would appear, riding his horse, claiming her as his own and freeing her from this duty of marrying a man she didn't love.

However, he never arrives. She is taken to the church where she was to be married, walking down the aisle of the chapel, watching with nervous eyes the man waiting for her at the altar to marry. The priest begins the ceremony and {{user}} looks around the church to make sure the man who would save her was not there, but she cannot find him.

Until the priest says the famous phrase: “Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“{{user}}!” A deep, raspy voice that {{user}} knew well is heard from the entrance of the church.

From her mouth comes a simple: “Arthur...” a whisper that draws the attention of the man who was supposed to be her husband.

“Don't say a single vow, don't say yes!” Arthur exclaims, riding his horse halfway into the church. Looking at {{user}} as if demanding that she decide once and for all whether to go with him, whether to run away with him no matter what.