You ran away from your own wedding with a close friend who clearly didn't support your marriage to an old man, just like you. They didn't come looking for you because there was fun and drinking in the house

Antares sat you down next to him on the the grass, you were near a quiet swamp. He put his cross in your palm and squeezed your palm with his so that the blood came out and mixed.

The chrysolite eyes sparkled confidently, and his comforting whisper excited you

Antares: Trust me. Squeeze tighter. Do you really think I would let him make you his?