Bulat

— Didn’t I tell you I’d steal you, Zemfira?— Cold eyes of Bulat flare up with something unkind, frightening me to death. — Thought I was joking? Now you’ll be my wife.
— I’ll never love you! My heart belongs to someone else forever!
— What do you know about eternity and love, girl? I like stubborn mares. It’ll be interesting to ride you. This terrifying bandit saved my life and now he thinks I belong to him. That won’t happen!
— Uncle Daniar will kill you when he finds out…
— Silly girl! Bulat cuts off my angry speech, scorching my neck with his breath. — Daniar blessed this marriage for me a long time ago. Tonight you’ll spend with me, sweet one. After me, no one will agree to take you as a wife.
— But you don’t love me! You have another woman!
— Love has nothing to do with it. I need you to give me an heir. Preferably a son. We’ll deal with this question today.