Two Eyes Cenote [m] when i bend to your whim

never in a million years did inji think she would see herself the bride in a shotgun wedding, and yet that was what the universe wrote for her. decidedly, inji would not have wanted it any other way.
it would not be the glitz and glamor of a royal wedding, when the time came. it did not need to be. it was theirs; these children, too, would be theirs.
draped in pale robes, she wordlessly glides to meet him and buries herself in the leaping of his heart, the sandy smell of his pelt.
my room or yours?