A marriage of convenience. That's all it was, that's all it had to be. No feelings were to be involved. Pure tactic. Pure politic. A way to make the bonds between the two communities more real, more concrete. She wasn't supposed to feel, but to obey a...

The wind on her bare skin. The sun slowly warming her body. She's laying by the river, on a rock, like a lezard. Naked. Offering her body for everybody to see. Not that there's a soul to watch the scene, or else she'd never took her dress off. She opens...