As it turns out, marriages are not at all difficult to end. At least not if you're a Sanctuary Warlord. I stand at my wedding ceremony, wearing only a shirt, and smothering a yawn that's so wide I feel it right down to my toes. If Diogo didn't have such a tight hold on my arm I would probably collapse in a puddle at his feet and sleep through the ceremony.
After he kissed me, he left the bedroom, allowing me a few hours of sleep. Before leaving, he said, "The window has been bolted shut and the door locks from the outside now. You can rest easy knowing there won't be any escaping from this room."
"Thanks," I called after him sarcastically.
I'm not sure how long I slept for, but the sky was full dark when he pulled me from the bed, allowed me a few minutes in the washroom to freshen up
