Prince Merenceilor decided to marry me instead of being killed, even though he was very stubborn about not liking it. We planned the wedding seven months in advance and I hoped that my future husband's father would attend, seeing as he wanted the wedding to happen in the first place. I sent an invitation as soon as the prince agreed to marry me, so he should have gotten it by now. The wedding is tonight an hour before dusk and I am in my fitting room getting dressed. The gown I am wearing is a pearl white with a necklace to match and the train of the gown is about a foot long. I have no idea why I have to wear such a ridiculous gown, but the dressmaker was very pleased with it, so I had to look pleased as well.

Hours pass by in minutes and I am on my way down the aisle, a large pink and red bouquet of roses in my hands. I look at my groom, he cleaned up very nicely and is flashing a big, yet very fake, smile at me. I wanted to love this man like I used to, but because of everything he's put me through, I couldn't. I flashed a smile, just like him, but I am pretty sure that I had a bit of anger in my eyes, seeing as the priest looked very surprised.

Before I knew it, Merenceilor and I were wed and the reception had started. His father came and congratulated us, something I wasn't sure if he'd do or not. Everyone congratulated us, which was to be expected, but my husband was very distant. When the party ended, I had to drag Merenceilor into our new shared chambers.

"Why do I have to go with you?" Merenceilor asked.

"Meren," I said firmly, "We are married now, tonight is our first night together. Can't we just enjoy it?" Merenceilor winced at the nickname.

"Can't you just call me Lor?" Merenceilor asked, "And I suppose we have to..."

"Okay, Lor..." I said, "I am going to get changed and you should as well."

"What was the point of dragging me here if you're going to leave me anyway?" Lor asked angrily.

"I'll be back as soon as possible." I said, "Just get changed." I quickly left.