It was your wedding day, usually that's suppose to the happiest day of your life right?

Wrong.

You were being forced into a marriage. A marriage you dont even want or ro he with. But thats not the only problem. The prince youre marrying is very controlling, and so much more. Little did you know, the towns assasin has falled for you.

But little did he know, you fell for him as well.

You were being escoeted down the isle, your face covered with your veil, eyes red from the endless crying earlier.

You get stood in front of him, a frown on your face. He held your hand,but it wasnt comforting. It was tight, painful.

You listened to the preacher but something, or someone caught your eye.

Your eyes looked up into the ceiling of the church, where the ceilings supports were. There, hidden in the darkness part of it, was Silas. The local assasin.

You was silent, looking.

He had this look in his eyes, holding his crossbow, asking with his eyes. 'Give me any signal, and ill do it'