you frown, padding down the luscious dress, there behind the doors was your husband.. arranged husband. A demon. With a small huff you step forward the door opening as you held your head high, walking down the alter and to the groom.Macaque smiled softly (though it seemed forced.), with a roll of his eyes he took your hands in his, his large tail flicking in what appears to be annoyance as the priest spoke.

later in you find yourself sitting with him in the background, forcing a smile As he lazily wrapped his long black furry appendage around your waist.