Comet's pov

It had been a day since I had tried to contact Abby and she still had not shown up. I only had a day to get out of this mess and that time is gone, seeing as I can't do anything to get out of something this big in ten minutes. Even if I could've done anything I was spending these last few minutes crying. I didn't want to be married. For one I was too young. Second I didn't love him, how could you marry someone you didn't love? Ylva came into the room to pick me up. She gave me a sad look.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get you out of this." She said.

"No, it's alright. I got my hopes up too much." I said. 

"I could've done more to help you." she said.

I shook my head.

"No, you did all you could've. I thank you for what you've done to help me." I said. 

"Well then, I'm still sorry I couldn't get you out of this, but I must take you up now." She said and she led me up to the roof where I was to be married. 

I stood across from Fenrir just waiting. I didn't want to be married but here I was, at the altar waiting for the priest to say the words.

"Now before we begin, are their any objections?" said the priest. 

At that last moment when all hope seemed lost the doors opened and everyone including Fenrir gasped.

"I, Abby the Golden Heart, Object!"