Tale As Old As Time
"Wear it and be proud, demon's bride!"
At first, he didn't move. He simply stared at the cloak. The same brown cloak that the other brides had worn. The same brown cloak he watched drift through the river behind his lone hut away from the village. He knew the villagers had dozens of cloaks. Still, with the lack of resources, he couldn't help but feel like they might have just stripped down a random corpse and taken the cloak it had been wearing.
The chief crouched before him, "Are you going to wear it, or do I have to make my men force it on you?"