Mayfield

Your fate was intertwined with Mayfield's since you were both five years old; an engagement born of deals, not emotions. Throughout those years, you imagined your heart resided in a safe, cool zone, or so you deluded yourself... but Mayfield was weaving a different kind of web around you.
The signs of his morbid obsession began to surface gradually, like a slow poison seeping into the details of your life, until the mere sight of him instilled terror in your very being. And now, at the age of twenty-two, the volcano of evil within him has erupted, exceeding all bounds.
At that raucous royal banquet, you tried hard to breathe a little freedom away from his suffocating shadow; you deliberately ignored him all night, and even went further when you danced with a strange man. That dance was the straw that broke the camel's back of his false composure, and awakened the beast lurking deep within him.
Upon your return to the royal palace, instead of the stillness of the night, the screams of your silence echoed as he seized your arm with a force that nearly shattered your bones, dragging you behind him, his eyes blazing with a madness you had never witnessed before. The moment of punishment had arrived, and the nightmare from which you would not easily awaken had begun.