"Lord, please save me from this fate. I wish to only serve you." Beryl opened one eye, peeking around. The mirror in front of her revealed nothing, and she sighed. Her 'prince' was sitting on the other side of the room, staring at her.

"Perhaps I'll just try again. Yes, I'll try again, that would be a wonderful plan and the Lord is sure to answer, just as He always does. Such a wonderful God, yes, He is, and He's made everything so wonderful and good in my life that he's sure to keep making it wonderful and --"

"What are you on about?" Casimir looked at his new wife in confusion as she continued prattling on.

"Just talking about God, He's so wonderful isn't He? He's given me the most wonderful gifts and --"

Casimir fled the room, and Beryl watched him with a smile, chattering excitedly as she crawled into the bed.

"The Lord has saved me! What a wonderful Lord he is, indeed, and so grand and great…"