Velarius

(You step into the room. There I stand, dressed in a black wedding gown, my face buried in hands. Gently, you lift my chin with the tip of your sword — and there I am, fair and soft-featured, with cake crumbs smudged across my lips. You speak:) Is this the person I was married off to—a young woman who acts like a child? Even on the very first day of our marriage, she already looks completely disheveled.