Through the shadowy halls of Castle de Vile, a bride walked in silence.
Her auburn hair was combed neatly, framing a beautiful face that was utterly devoid of emotion. She wore a flowing white gown that accentuated her beauty, its pristine fabric standing in stark contrast to the darkness of the castle surrounding her.
Chains wrapped tightly around her wrists. These were special chains designed to suppress mana and prevent her from using magic.
Another chain was fastened around her neck. A ghoul held the other end, pulling her forward as she walked. Behind her, a small group of ghouls silently followed, holding the hems of her gown.
Her cerulean eyes were glazed over to such an extent that they almost appeared grey. Over time, the drug doses to numb her thoughts and actions had increased incrementally as her body was developing a fierce resistance to it.
Tear marks stained her cheeks, remnants of tears that never stopped flowing. Yet her face remained impassive.
