The Forced Bride Of Alazar. Кейт Хьюит

‘Your marriage was in a matter of months.’

      ‘I know.’ She hunched her shoulders. ‘The closer it got, the less I tried to think of it. A child’s response, but perhaps I was a child.’ Her lips trembled again and to Azim’s horror he saw a single, silvery tear slip down her cheek. She dashed it away with a grimace. ‘Perhaps I still am.’

      ‘You are not a child.’ The response he’d felt in her earlier, the woman’s body he saw now, told him as much. ‘But you are innocent and have lived a sheltered life. That is not a bad thing.’