It isn’t exactly the betrothal of the century.
“Salut!” Auntie had appeared like magic with a flask of spirits and four elaborately carved goblets reserved for the occasion. Once tea was replaced by something stronger, the bargain was truly sealed. The shaman would solemnize their agreement, but they were pledged. And so, in a plains man’s tent in the middle of their festival and on the cusp of war, Sarai became the wife of Javrik, whom she had known for half of an afternoon.”