Chapter 208

• FEIGNING MARRIAGE
• I latch my eyes on the satchels laying in my room, and a familiar sense of this tickles the adrenaline. The last time I saw something like this, it was back in Mombasa, in my condominium, and he was moving in with me. It was sweet and incoherent at the same time. I felt like he was rushing things too hastily, yet deep inside I was over the moon with the fact that, in a way, he was all mine. I felt like some magic was forcing it on me, yet I could wrap my finger around what it was.
• Now, as we rack before each other in my room like this, his satchels lounging in front of us on the floor, it epitomizes the same sight and elicits the same old feeling, only that this time we are compelled by several factors. This is not out of love for each other or free will. We need to put on a cogent act before everyone and make it seem and feel real. Leaving the castle isn't an option; I simply can't leave the witches here, and I haven't found solid grounds to kick their asses out. So, instead of the supposed bride moving in with the bridegroom, it's vice versa.