“I want to know why you would give up everything to marry me.” I ask him, but I’m not actually sure that I want to know the answer.
The silence draws out uncomfortably as he considers his answer. He moves to the fire, flexing his hands where they lean against the mantle, the muscles in his back flex from the strain.
“What do you think I will be giving up by marrying you? I'll still rule my people, just as you will rule yours. I'll still be able to live the nomadic life my soul craves, with our travel between our realms.” He continues. “I'll have a great alliance that will strengthen my people's strong hold and I will have a wife to partner with and give me children.”
I don't know what to say, I’m more confused than ever, and I’m certain my expression tells him so.
“Am I missing som
