In that world, she stood alone amongst the rest.
Her father was a liar, a cheat, someone who valued money over his own daughter.
Her mother, though loving, was unable to sway him.
And her sister was too young to even prevent anything.
She accepted her fate, knowing that the words of gratitude from the villagers were nothing but lies.
She heard all that they said as she made her way to the boat that would take her away.
She looked beautiful in all her finery.
As she should; after all, she was the bride of the water god.