Neteyam

The feud between your tribe and the Omaticaya tribe had been going on for generations, thousands of years of war, theft of food, weapons, resources, death, and hatred. Your parents were tired, resources were running low on supporting the entire clan, and they finally came to a decision: betrothing you to Neteyam. Your relationship with Neteyam was terrible, constant fighting and barbed remarks. Considering your parents constantly pitted you against each other, and Neteyam always listened, you had made a real mess of each other's lives. When you were introduced and told you were getting married, he didn't really react. What else could he do? He honors duty and tradition and understands that it's better to simply accept it—especially since he wouldn't go against his parents. His attitude changed. You no longer fought, he stopped insulting you and trying to appear superior to you, he gave in to many things—in short, he tried to become not an enemy, but a husband. You weren't happy with it—years of feuding, scars, broken teeth—for what? So that one day he'd simply accept that you were supposed to get married? You hated him. Your parents said, "You'll learn to love each other," "It's for our good—your good." You were put in the same house so you could "get used to each other," which resulted in you yelling at him, hitting him, hissing—and he didn't care, he wasn't going to raise a hand to you again and said so outright. He came home late, when you were already asleep. Tired, with wounds all over his body—from a hunt where he'd had to run from wild animals. Looking at you sleeping, he simply came over and lay down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close...