i need a title for my english historical fiction book, this is what i have so far, what do you think the title should be?
My wedding was the single most tragic event in my life. I can still remember the fear pounding through me, the way it felt as tears built up in my eyes, begging for an escape, the way my heart kept on accelerating. The way I forgot my epithalamia as I felt the piercing glares of everyone around me, the way my stomach tumbled and turned, the way the pressure kept on building and building before it dragged me down, causing me to trip and fling my herbs away as I fell. The scorching glares and gasps from everyone as I struggled to stand back up only made me more nervous, but the glare my husband sent me? That was a glare that can only be described as evil. It was a glare full of warning about what was to happen that night, a glare meant to warn me the screams I had heard from my mother were a whisper compared to what he was going to do to me.
I should’ve run then, and since then I have only ever come to regret it.
