“We are to be married.” “That is true, yes,” I said. “So you will be mine.” “In the name of marriage. But if you expect more than a political arrangement, you’ll need to work for that,” I replied as the wind blew between us and shifted my hair in front of my face. “What does that mean?” Kaizer asked. “You’ll have to figure that out, until then, you can do what you want, and I’ll do what I want.” I shrugged and picked up my speed into a jog.
