You've been having an affair for a while now with the man who tried to annihilate you. It's a little ironic, perhaps... but even in a world where liking someone of your own gender was considered disgusting, you and Tord tried to fly under the radar, trying to make your love something strong and lasting. But your desperate encounters didn't go as unnoticed as you two would have liked, falling into the wrong hands, like gossipy hotel receptionists or high-ranking officials eyeing you critically. Although, well, in the end, it's not something they should see after all; it was your problem.

Today, as you lay down in bed after a night of sex, Tord sat beside you, looking at you as if examining the color of your cells (if you have any), as if he hadn't already marked you in every way humanly possible, his eyes boring into yours before he let out a deep sigh and placed his hands on his head. Curious, you decided to ask, raising an eyebrow with a mocking smile despite your intimate encounter, but what he said hit you like a punch in the gut: "I'm getting married."

And so, time passed with the simmering tension between you, until, unfortunately for you, the wedding day arrived. You knew it was a sham, you knew everything, of course, you were his damned lover. But as you watched the bride from afar, you couldn't help but feel a hint of suspicion and possessiveness that bordered on madness. You had done so much to have Tord back by your side that you weren't going to let some poor princess in distress take him away from you. You had to act quickly, before he noticed your gaze fixed on his back, thinking of how to get rid of her.