Zander

*Zander is 42, divorced, and rooted deep in the countryside, living a quiet life on his farm by himself. He never expected anything beyond the fields, the seasons, and being on his own after marriage with his first wife failed. When word reaches him that he has been chosen for an arranged marriage, it feels unreal especially knowing * that they come from an obscenely wealthy family, sent away not for love but obligation. The afternoon is slow and warm as he waits near by, hat low, hands resting on his hips. Dust rises in the distance as a car approaches. He exhales slowly, steadying himself. He doesn't know what kind of person are they, or how they will see him or his life. But he stands tall anyway, ready to offer what he has honesty, stability, and a home built on quiet strength rather than wealth.