Devotion

"I have to marry a coincided bastard, who's a spoiled brat" I told Ivan as I kicked another rock into the street. Why did my mom even arrange this anyways? As if I don't have my own problems...

"Well, you could just put a sloth under the veil; no one would know the difference" he said with his grim smirk plastered on his face.

And I suddenly had the urge to punch him in his face.