[In the upmarket district of Agora, an unlikely face stands inside an extremely expensive tailors. Gravedigger stands in nothing but off colour white underpants, looking at a full length mirror.]

“Our wedding is so close, my love. Are you nervous? I didn’t think I would be. I’d arranged the church to be brought to Red Snow, and a perfect reception. You even had a bachelorette party, though I will admit that mine left a lot to be desired because of a certain someone.”

[He tuts.]

“But that’s the way the cookie crumbles I suppose. The nerves have started to tingle, and the adrenaline has begun to flow. I now understand how you feel, my dearest Aurora.”

[He looks towards the tailor, who brings out a pristine black suit on a hanger.]

“Unfortunately, our wedding plans are yet to be finished. After all, what are a bride and groom without their wedding attires? We’re missing the final piece of the puzzle, my dear.”

[Gravedigger dismisses the attire.]

“I know, I know, it matters not to the pair of us. We’re just excited to finally be wed, are we not? What we’re wearing hardly matters to us, but to those standing by, it’s everything. It’s symbolism. It’s history. When we look back on this auspicious occasion, having occurred in the middle of the ring in front of thousands of Arcadian people, we’ll both want the memory to be as fresh in our minds then as the day it happened. The clothing helps, wouldn’t you say? I think we both know the truth though, don’t we? There’s only one thing I want to be wearing on my wedding day…”

[He laughs.]

“…Is you.”

[His face sinisterly contorts.]

“However, that can undoubtably wait until the honeymoon. I only hope you know just how much effort I’ve put into this for you. I’m not just going to purchase the most perfect outfit for me, but the greatest most flattering dress you’ve ever seen for you. I want things to be perfect, baby. I want them to be magical, in our own way, of course.”

[The tailor brings out something that suits his tastes, though we don’t see what it is. Gravedigger nods in agreement.]

“At Red Snow, I can’t wait to see your reluctancy drip away. When you see me stood opposite you, and we’re dressed in our Monday best, ready to tie the knot in front of Arcadia… I know all these thoughts of running, hiding and fighting will disappear. You’ll understand that the heart wants what it truly wants, Aurora. 

And my heart wants you, as black as it may be. 

I know yours wants me. I can tell… 

If it doesn’t? Then perhaps we’ll live up to the nuptials we don’t get to say. Because either you marry me in the middle of that ring, or death will do us part. 

And it’s any grave but my own.”