Maria's father, with a grim expression, was adamant about pushing through with our wedding plans.
As the wedding feast concluded and the guests departed, the atmosphere in the mansion underwent a dramatic transformation. The joyous celebrations gave way to an eerie silence, replaced by the haunting sounds of desperation and pleas for mercy.
Everyone in the estate, including Maria's father, met their end by my sword. After a night of drinking, I found Maria's father in the study and drove my blade through him, avenging my brother's death.
He said nothing as he lay there, just smiling at me with that eerie calm.
Later, drenched in blood and still wearing my wedding clothes, I stepped into the bridal chamber and threw my sword aside.
Maria tried to get up, her eyes red and full of fear as she saw me. Her body shook uncontrollably.
I strode forward to push her onto the bed, tearing off her collar with my right hand. The sound of the wedding dress breaking open