Edward
Today is my wedding ceremony, I feel an odd hesitancy, as though I desire the evening would never end in order to avoid this particular moment. I don't really want to participate in this event, therefore the commitment I made feels like a heavy anchor. Did someone force me into doing this? There was an irritating knock on the door which pulled me out of my thoughts.
I opened the door, finally giving in to the intrusions that had been bothering me for so long. Omen and a group of specialists and designers were waiting to outfit me for the event. Omen, who seemed to be overflowing with disdain, answered with a
Omen, seemingly filled with excitement, rushed in with the specialists.
"My king, you need to try your outfit on," he said
Ï don't need these people here, I can dress mys
