The nightmare wedding was finally over.
There had been no music. No joy. Just a bunch of muttering spectators, one emotionally constipated groom, and a very loud, very pissed-off bride cussing him out mid-ceremony.
As far as weddings went, it was an absolute disaster.
Eric, still fuming, had barely finished his vow of vengeance before two soldiers grabbed him by the arms and dragged him out of the temple like a sack of rice that had insulted someone's grandmother.
"Let go of me, you hairless war dogs!" he shouted, kicking his heels uselessly against the stone floor. "I am the bride, for heaven's sake!"
The soldiers didn't care. They shoved him into the bridal chamber with all the grace of a potato being thrown into a basket.
The heavy door slammed behind him with a loud BANG, the wooden latch locking him inside.
Eric immediately turned around, scowling at the door like it had just insulted his ancestors. He dusted his shoulders off dramatically.
