I stood silently as the maid adjusted the veil on my head, her fingers trembling slightly.The days had passed by in a blur, and finally, I was being thrown out. The white gown I wore felt heavy, not because of the fabric but because of what it represented. It wasn’t just a wedding dress, it was a chain binding me to a life I didn’t want.I had tried to run away previously but that didn't end the way I wanted. So now I had no choice. My mother stood behind me, her sharp eyes scanning my reflection in the mirror.“Stand straight,” she ordered, her voice devoid of any warmth. “At least try to look presentable.”I was getting married to a man known to kill, and that was all she was saying.I was being sent off to my death, but they wouldn't care.I straightened my posture, swallowing the lump in my throat. My hands fidgeted with the lace on my dress, and she slapped them away.“Stop that. You’ll ruin it,” she snapped, fixing the part I had touched. It's just a dress. I wanted to sa
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