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The wedding march echoed through the confines of the greenhouse. The glass doors opened in lieu of the bride and the masses stood up in honour, gasping and whispering praises of her beauty.

Her white mesh wedding dress hugged her curves with elegant embroidery and emphasised the baby bump she so proudly caressed. The lacy veil hid her face but the bright ginger hair were fondly observed by her husband-to-be, standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for her under an arch of lilies and tulips.

He stood tall with dark hair and bright eyes, gazing lovingly at his wife-to-be as she approached him on the arm of her father.

"I cannot believe this day," the officiator sniffled a whisper behind the groom, "I am so proud of you, Young Master. You made it!"

"Hush now Polin, let me admire my wife," the groom whispered back, eyes unmoving from the love of his life.

"You're yet to be married," the wedding officiator tsked, but his pout was replaced by a smile as the young bride's hand was passed into the hands of his Young Master.

The groom gently took hold of her hand and pressed a kiss over her knuckles, the smile never leaving his eyes. The bride caressed her baby bump with her free hand and they turned to face the officiator.

Slow violins continued a mellow rhythm of love.

"Dearly Beloved, w gather here today to witness and celebrate this blessed young couple in Holy Matrimony. Today, they join their lives together as one, surrounded by the love and support of their family and friends. This is a special and sacred moment in their lives, and—"

The music suddenly halted and an ear piercing scream had everyone turning to look behind. Loud shattering noises overwhelmed the guests' sense as the greenhouse collapsed in front of their very eyes.

"RUNNN!!" someone screamed.

Amidst shouts and wails, everyone clamoured towards the one exit. Glass cracked over everyone's head and descended down like rain, cutting, slashing and drawing blood.

"Young Master, Young Miss, you must take cover! There is no time to run!" The officiator demanded as he ran up to a long table and cleared it off its food, avoiding the glass shards falling over him, "Quick, hide here! I have called the police!" He pointed underneath the table.

"Darling, hurry," the groom urged his bride to hide. He ran up to fetch his bride's father when an enormous chunk of glass fell on them, pressing them to the ground.

The bride screamed and rushed towards her husband but the officiator pulled her behind, "Think of your child Young Miss, no, you cannot, p-please, hide, please," under the table.

"No— my, m-my, my father— my h-husband, I cannot, no, please, I cannot! Ugh, my heart, I don't think I can take it—" words escaped her throat like scratches against a wall.

Their wedding day was a bloodbath recorded in history, an unfortunate event serving as a warning to those who wanted extravagant weddings in unstable places. The greenhouse owner was held guilty on count of negligence for allowing a wedding of such scale to take place when the greenhouse had shown prior signs of instability.

The casualties would forever smear the Centurion name with a red tint and the one who planned the demise would remain unscathed, rejoicing the doom of his enemies.