My parents explained to me, as they prepared me for my new life, that marriage was about compromise. I had to not let notions like love cloud my judgement, that I had to know sacrifices had to be made.
So I dutifully went with the girl they arranged for me to marry, and I ensured my part for the village was played by ensuring we had enough children. I gathered my share of food, supplies.
And when the Gods became angry, and they asked for a volunteer to appease them, I gave them my wife.
Sacrifices need to be made.
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