KLAUS:
"Long live the King! Long live the Queen!"
These are the chants that echo throughout the whole room. Greta is by my side, forcing a smile but I can read through her grin, read through her perfect dentition and makeup. I can see that she is greatly anxious and also afraid of something.
She'd run into my arms about thirty minutes ago when I went in search of her and found mother and Lea in the room. I know they must have said something to have her running into my arms because Greta would never do that on her own accord. Hell, she hates all of this so I know something is wrong.
But I say nothing.
Greta's adorned arm slips into mine and we walk down the red carpeted aisle, smiling and waving at the people that have been invited to this great union: peasants and commoners, rich an
