He knew he had it coming.

Rather, he expected this.

But never did he wanted it.

He glanced over to his guard, who stood there loyally. She was there in the sides, far from the crowd, watch him intently. He gulped before turning his eyes to his new bride.

She was pretty. But not as beautiful as her. She looks graceful, but can she throw a kunai for a one hit kill with ease? He doubted it.

Because no one can beat her.

Ever.

Ling continued to look over to his new bride, a fake smile planted to his face. He knew very well that this was a mere facade. This was not what he wanted, but it was his duty. He was forced to look happy- to be happy, for the sake of his people. Yet no one seemed to notice his hidden pain.

No one except her.

His eyes wandered to the guard, her eyes locked on him. They stared each other for a moment that seemed like forever. Both told each other things they can never say physically. The strong feelings shown, the longing, the guilt, the strong loyalty.

I'm sorry. It's okay. No, it's not. Remember your duty, young Lord. But I- I love you.

His eyes widened in shock at this. The protector closed her eyes before he could do anything, breaking the contact between them. He could only tear his eyes away from her and back to the bride.

He inhaled sharply, feeling his chest clenched in pain. He nodded his head slowly, his smile beginning to crack. Immediately, he felt pressure pierce through him. His eyes rolled back to the guard who glared at him. Her eyes were pleading, her gaze was desperate. He knew exactly the reason behind that stare.

Please.

He sighed, forcing the corners of his lips to curl back up. He faced back to the bride, who was finally beside him, offering him a nervous smile. He raised his hand to her, which she gracefully accepted. The ceremony began, turning the wheels of fate.