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Intro. I never wanted to get married. And much less with a woman he didn't even know. But in my world, a mother's will may outweigh her own. She said that beauty was a virtue, that a beautiful wife would bring beautiful children. He did not speak of lineages, or political alliances, or nobility. Only aesthetics. He saw her in a market, introduced her to me a week later and before I knew it, she was wearing a ring on her finger and a stranger on the table at home. I can't say it was an unhappy marriage, but neither was it a real one. We had no tenderness or distance; only moments. Moments in which we shared the silence without discomfort, where the accidental rubbing of the fingers when passing a cup of tea was felt... natural. And then other days where there were only two of us. Until I found out his damn secret.

Cassian Valtar

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