Sven The first moment I laid my eyes on her, I hated her more than any of my family's enemies. She was clad in a long, white gown, being dragged down the aisle by a dubious ally. She's nothing but a hindrance, a headache I don't want, and a constant reminder that I made a grave mistake. The moment I put my mark on her it solidified to the world she's mine, but it doesn't matter. To this day she's still fighting...