I raced down the halls. I need to hurry, my bride is suffering. The merchants said that she was forced to eat rats, the poor thing!
I ran into the dinning room, "Father! I've found her! I've found my bride!"
"Here we go again..." my older brother, Sabastion commented. I ignored him. I mean, yeah, I have done this a few other times, but this time was for real.
My father cleared his throat, "Really? Whats her name?" Father has been the only one on my side. Even my own mother has said things like, "It's a bit excessive" or "You bring a new woman in every week, saying she is your bride." I shouldn't have to stick with the first ever girl I see, should I!?