ZINA
Who am I to you?
Zina believed that was the most correct question as far as she was concerned. Perhaps the man was something to her that she might not understand yet, but for then, it seemed to her that the most important thing she had to understand was who she could possibly be to him.
What could she represent to him to have warranted such careful calculatedness that he had shown so far. Even carnal love didn't seem to quite measure up to the devotion that he had shown so far. From detonguing a man who had allegedly spoken ill of Zina, to robbing Garuk, needless to say his devotion was indeed as obvious as a Royal Decree poster hung high up on the stone architecture of the Capital Square.
The man seemed to hesitate answering the question. Comical enough, despite the fact that he was a stranger, Zina was convinced he had not told her any lie, and he seemed quite hesitant to lie to her.
