Today's OneWord: Binding

The marriage was binding. There was no turning back. The capes blown rightly from the shoulders of the men. The women bowed heads and let hems of gowns trace dissatisfaction in the mud.

He let me away from the mountain, my fingers latched to his heavy gauntlet, the armor cold and uninviting against my touch. I looked into his scratched face and wondered what kind of knight I had married. If he was a knight at all.

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