Iobel translates, trying not to cry again. I'm marrying politics, not a human being. You probably won't fuck up my country if I give you a tiara. Marry me or else. Don't bother me in person about your cat or anything else, my goons will give him back after we're hitched. Act like everything's normal during the ceremony or I might stop being so pleased to meet you, understand?
She resists the urge to crumple the letter. She resists the urge to weep.
"The instant I marry him, I get my cat back?" she asks.
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Date: 2014-05-25 05:29 am (UTC)Iobel translates, trying not to cry again. I'm marrying politics, not a human being. You probably won't fuck up my country if I give you a tiara. Marry me or else. Don't bother me in person about your cat or anything else, my goons will give him back after we're hitched. Act like everything's normal during the ceremony or I might stop being so pleased to meet you, understand?
She resists the urge to crumple the letter. She resists the urge to weep.
"The instant I marry him, I get my cat back?" she asks.