The day after the entire city knew about their wedding shutting down all the gossip that circulated. Zamiel sent carriages and servants with gold and expensive fabrics to her home. Now people started to gossip about how lucky she was instead.
"You didn't have to send all this." She told him.
"I wanted to." He said.
She smiled at him, this time looking into his eyes. There was no avoiding to look at each other now that they were getting married. She looked happy and so was he, except for the one thing that bothered him. He was a djinn, and she didn't know. She deserved to know, but he was afraid of losing her.
"Gamila, would you love me no matter what?" He asked.
"As long as you don't hurt me, I will love you for eternity." She said.
"I need to tell you something." He began. "Whatever I tell you, I want you to know that it doesn't change who I am or how I feel about you."
She nodded. "You can tell me anything."
