“In the beginning there was Chaos,” he says, speech slurring. “A yawning of nothingness, but!” His finger shoots to the drooping tent ceiling. “Out of the void, emerged her, my Rue.”
 

He points at you, and they all look to try to get what he’s on about. Of course, you know it’s Greek mythology, but even on your wedding day?!
 

You are Rue, and that guy is your husband. It feels weird to call him that, but you think you’ll get used to it.

What you don’t know is that you might not have time for that.