Prologue

A man in red robes rode past the carriage and the procession.
She closed the curtain and put her veil back on.
Sigh...Her wedding is not going to have a groom. What a boorish man.

𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝗨̶𝗽̶𝗱̶𝗮̶𝘁̶𝗲̶𝗱̶ ̶𝗼̶𝗻̶𝗰̶𝗲̶ ̶𝗲̶𝘃̶𝗲̶𝗿̶𝘆̶ ̶𝘁̶𝘄̶𝗼̶ ̶𝘄̶𝗲̶𝗲̶𝗸̶𝘀̶ ̶𝗼̶𝗻̶ ̶𝗦̶𝘂̶𝗻̶𝗱̶𝗮̶𝘆̶ ̶𝗯̶𝗲̶𝘁̶𝘄̶𝗲̶𝗲̶𝗻̶ ̶𝟭̶𝟬̶𝗣̶𝗠̶ ̶𝘁̶𝗼̶ ̶𝟭̶𝟮̶𝗔̶𝗠̶ ̶(̶𝗖̶𝗦̶𝗧̶)̶

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