Fate

I finally reacted and looked at the older woman through the mirror. "Martha?"

"Yes, my lady?"

"Do you remember the red-eyed man I mentioned to you before who I saw in my visions?"

"Yes, my lady," Martha replied.

"The man I married today is that exact red-eyed man," I informed her.

  "Hmm," Martha hummed nonchalantly. 

I gave her a displeased look. "Aren't you surprised? That man, why was he in my visions?"

Martha had a strangely calm expression on her face, her words filled with concern. "As he is the one you had seen in your visions and now both of you are married, that means this is fate. My lady should not worry about it anymore." 

I looked at myself in the mirror and felt like crying. "Fate? Why is my fate this bad? Is someone punishing me for my wrongdoings in my previous life or something? What did I do to get such a fate?"