His Father's Scheme

[William’s POV]

The world fades in and out. I can hear a conversation happening somewhere nearby, but due to the damned ringing in my ears, I can’t make out what is being said.

Groaning, I attempt to move only to find that I’m being confined, and when I move, the metal that presses against my skin burns.

“Shit.” I hiss, blinking a few times in an attempt to clear my hazy vision. “What the…”

“He’s coming to.” A voice murmurs.

“About time.” My father huffs. “I know you said that drug would pack a punch, but it exceeded even my expectations.”

Frowning, I blink a few more times, and when my vision finally comes into view, I find that I’m in a cathedral.

Standing to one side of me is my father, and the other is a woman that I’ve never seen before. She is dressed in a fluffy white wedding dress, and her face holds a smile that screams excitement.

“What is this?” I demand, looking down and finding that I’m in a suit. “What the hell are you doing?”

“It’s your wedding.” My father responds, gri