And if it didn’t? If there were noisy scenes and tears, and make-ups and break-ups? So what. What would be, would be. Kulal had learnt that there was much in life he couldn’t control. He’d learnt that taking a risk was sometimes as necessary to life as breathing itself. He touched his hand to the gleaming crown of his wife’s dark hair and smiled as he bent to kiss her.
And he’d learnt that love was the most necessary thing of all.