KILL WITCH KILL

A marriage of convenience, a Sham but not a shame. Names joined, oathbound, metalbanded, skin etched and veil drawn. Daggers trade sheaths for the kiss of a cheek. The Kin of Siol are not strangers to such arrangements, in groups of two, five, six and nine but of course, never four. Ordered so and so, Shaper or no, by colored cord. For one year and a day, or one thousand and one nights. For the loss of a bet, a point to prove or urgency of dawn, when you hear the Shime of the Bell take care to not take a sip from the same shared cup.
– writings of Sain Ein Laindred