She didn't understand. She couldn't. She simply stood in obvious shock as her hands were clasped too tightly by the man in front of her. Her eyes remained locked on the band that locked itself around her wedding finger. To her left the Pope recited the ancient words while the Queen sat rather pleased in a soft looking chair near the front. Behind and around her sat her friends and enemies alike, all grim faced and some pitying as they sat silent in their places. No, they weren't what frightened her nor was the wedding that was forced upon them. It was the man in front of her.
Slowly her eyes rose to meet his own, they're wild lust for her blood causing her to cringe and drop them again. After all, it was him before her now. Her new Husband, her new partner. Father Alexander Anderson. The murmurs of the priest halted and Anderson's eyes narrowed slightly as a snarling grin slipped across his lips. Leaning down until their breath mingled, their lips collided in a harsh kiss. She felt her skin crawl as they held for a moment before pulling back with a sharp hiss. As she pulled away she heard him growl in her ear.
"Yoo meh be mah wife but dun ya furgit." he snarled darkly. "Oon wrung move an' I'll gut ya liek ah fish."
The threat burned into her ears and blackened her sight. She didn't feel herself hit the floor as she fainted, her new 'husband' catching her with a grunt in surprise. Around her there was the sounds of gaspings and the last thing she saw was the glowing glass of Jesus in the large window before she passed out completely.