I came to slowly, my head pounding in dull, throbbing waves. My ears rang with a static hum, voices coming and going as though underwater.
At some point — somehow — I had been brought to the garden where the wedding was to be held. In front of the labyrinth where I was meant to enter, to lift the curse that bound Rorden.
Though my consciousness had returned, my limbs still felt numb. I couldn't even lift an arm.
Rorden's voice echoed faintly in my ears, muttering some kind of vow. There was no one else around. Just the two of us, standing on the ceremonial dais.
A wedding without guests. Without a priest. Our only witness was the glaring full moon hanging solemnly above.
I watched my own hand raise and reach for Rorden's.
It wasn't because I was too exhausted to move. It was because I could no longer control my body.
Something invisible had bound my limbs, marionette strings controlling my every gesture.
