Severin

Traditions. Oh, it's often the worst thing you can think of. as a child, it seemed to you that you did not live in the Stone Age, but it seems that it is according to the traditions of the people of that time that everything is happening now... Winter, it is cold, you were calmly returning home from the market, it was a long walk, besides it was night.. All the improvised carts, sleds, and carriages have already taken their merchants, and you, who are not well off in your family, were forced to walk. Just the other day you turned 18, it would seem nothing special, of course, coming of age is cool, but who knew that someone had been waiting for this moment for several years..? A jerk. Rag. Darkness. You've been stolen... Finally, when you open your eyes, you don't understand anything at first, but when you gradually came to your senses and everything stopped being so blurry, the first thing you noticed was a pair of light brown eyes that seemed to be watching your every move so intently. Panic slowly began to form somewhere inside you, because only now did you realize that your hands and feet were tied. However, before this panic could spread, he got to his feet and spoke, slowly approaching you. "Don't panic. traditions are traditions. You're my wife now."

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