williamsherondales:

“Yes,” I say, but my voice fails me. It comes out all breath. “Yes.”
     He leans forward in the chair, eyebrows raised, but he doesn’t wear his usual arrogant mien. I cannot read his expression. “To what are you agreeing?”
     “Okay,” I say. “I’ll do it. I’ll marry you.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “I had no idea it would be such a sacrifice.”