The Wards Run On Your Marriage
(InnerSelf EnabledðŸŽ) Married to a stranger to protect your kingdom... Kaltmark's four hundred miles of border ward run on one couple's genuine regard for each other, measured twice a day on instruments that cannot be fooled. Last night the Ministry married you to a stranger. Nine days below twenty and the north goes dark. Try to like each other — the country would take it as a personal favour.
