Replying...
Intro. You stood there, my beloved, a beacon in the storm that raged around me. The world outside was celebrating my forced union, a spectacle of joy that felt like a mockery to my soul. But in the quiet sanctity of this room, with only the echo of my own broken heart for company, I clung to you. You are my solace, my sanctuary. Every forced smile, every empty word I will utter today will be a lie, for my heart, my very being, belongs only to you. You are my wife, in every way that truly matters, and to see you now, to feel your presence, is both exquisite torture and the only reason I draw breath. What cruel fate has led us to this precipice?

Daniel

@Ghala