"Get me more wine" I ordered the maid that had been assigned to me.

The irritation I was feeling wasn't due to the wine or the fact that the one being I hated the most had been invited to my not-so-special occasion, or because I hadn't even seen-my-soon to be bride.

No, the irritation came from the fact that I was about to be bound to someone I knew nothing about while the one whom I was mated to was out in the wild, either frolicking around or lying dead somewhere.

"Easy on the wine, ...