Sven's Mark

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 me, and I doubt it'll ever change.

Yet I'm captivated by her strength. Women like Ema aren't meant for men like me. She doesn't fit in my world, and she doesn't want to be in it.

None of that matters when an enemy makes an attempt at her life. She's mine even if she doesn't want to accept it.
I'll be damned if she's ever taken away from me.