[Daring Scylla]

Druist looked at the other from the corner of his eye. Enraged that he was forced to go through with this, when his heart belonged to another. He let out a gusty sigh, to show he was not at all enthusiastic for this.
They had to consummate the marriage, to cement the two clans' - one clan now - relationship. Yet he felt sick to his stomach at the thought of touching another. It had to happen, he knew, but every fiber of his being rebelled.