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    “Don’t expect me to dress up like this often. I’ve already warned you,” she says walking back into the dressing room, shutting the door with a loud click.
    I start to think, maybe, possibly, this marriage won’t be as bad as I think it will be. Then I remember Elina, and realize I’ll never be able to touch her again. I will be a married man. I’ll have to be committed to one person. I’m not my father, I don’t plan to cheat and deceive my wife. I plan to treasure her. I was hoping my wife would eventually be by my choosing, someone who would take the dark with the wicked. Not be forced upon it. Freya doesn’t even know me, let alone my darker side. I think it will scare her, having to live, and fuck someone like me. Could she really handle it? She may have some fire, but she’s been living sheltered for most of her life. So she won’t understand.
    She gives me a strange look when she walks out, her lips are in a straight line, her eyebrows are raised. I realize I’m probably pulling a weird face as I stand here lost in thought.
    “Marriage, huh?” I blurt because it’s the only thing on my brain right now. Her face softens while she stares at me.
    “I guess so. Not like we have much of a choice to pick from those we love.”
    “Have you ever loved someone?” I ask her because I do want to know.
    “No. Now, I don’t have much of a choice, do I? So I haven’t bothered trying either…” she pauses as we walk over to the register then turns to face me. “Have you?”
    “No…” Then Elina pops into my head as if the word I just said was a lie. It’s not. You can’t love someone by only knowing their first name, the shape of their body, the feel of their lips, the sound of their moans, their screams of pleasure. It’s impossible.
    “Hopefully, we can at least learn to love each other, on some level. I’d detest hating you for the rest of our lives,” she says making me laugh. I don’t think I could hate her, she may annoy me, but I couldn’t hate her.
    “Hopefully,” is all I can manage to say.

 
    Chapter 6
    Kazier
    Guest are dressed all in black and white, Freya holds onto my arm as we make our way through introductions. Sometimes her grip is hard, and I have to forcefully remove her arm when I need to lean in to hug an aunty. As soon as I stand back next to her, her death grip attaches. Everyone has complimented her on her outfit. People have stared longer than necessary, making her cower into me. The first time she did that I thought of Elina, and how she would have used her heart shaped lips and smirked at them, making them look the other way. Two completely different people, yet two women who will one day, have shared my bed.
    The guests start to slow down after a few hours. I see Viktor and Anton at the table, knocking back shots of vodka, laughing amongst themselves. I pull Freya with me, she straightens up when we reach the table, her eyes scanning both men. They don’t even acknowledge her, the bottle slides to me, Anton flicking it along the table.
    “Freya… Anton and Viktor,” I say removing her arm and pulling out a chair, then sitting my ass down on it. She stands there for a second waiting, both men turn to look at her. She turns around, looks, then pulls out the chair between Viktor and me. Viktor gazes at her quickly then averts his eyes. Anton on the other hand, his eyes linger too long causing her to fidget in her seat.
    “So you excited to marry our boy here?” Anton asks as I pour a shot of vodka. I look up to her because she doesn’t answer. Her right hand is fidgeting with the ring adorning her left hand, moving it back and forth.
    Anton looks to me with raised eyebrows. “She deaf?” he asks.
    Her head shoots up, and glares at him.
    “I take that as a no! Just rude then?” he accuses, making her even angrier. I don’t intervene, she can throw a knife at him for all I care.
    All I can think about is Elina, on my engagement night, as she surfaces