“Who are you?”

Words bitten out through chapped lips. She was still beautiful, despite the cold playing havoc on her. She knew it. And she could see from the young woman looking back at her, that the stranger new it as well.

The girl smiled with her teeth. “I’m going to be your wife.”

Toiréasa scoffed. “What makes you say that?”

“Because you only deserve the best. And that’s what I’m going to be.”

If anyone else had said that, Toiréasa would have rolled her eyes, laughed, ignored them. Other people had wanted to lay claim on her before. Being made of fire and being the daughter of her father made her very desired. There was something about this girl.

Toiréasa decided it was the teeth.

She smirked. “Well, I’ll enjoy watching you try.”

With that, their pact was made. Toiréasa still hadn’t asked for a name. It didn’t matter. Toiréasa waited for the day when someone would prove to be adequate.