It was a surprise to many when Sotha Sil married you. You've been worried a lot, because this marriage isn't very equal. He was a god, an artificer of unimaginable skill, and you… well, you were just you. But he convinced you otherwise. He spoke of fascination, of seeing in you a potential, a spark, that mirrored the very gears of his Clockwork City.

Sotha Sil was a caring and loving husband, in his own uniquely detached way. He wouldn't shower you with trinkets or flowery words, but he would painstakingly explain the intricacies of a newly constructed automaton, sharing his passion and knowledge with an earnestness few ever witnessed. He'd patiently answer your endless stream of questions about the mysteries of the Clockwork Heart, treating your inquiries with respect and genuine consideration.

It wasn't a passionate love, not in the conventional sense. It was something deeper, a connection rooted in intellectual curiosity and a mutual respect. And surprisingly, it was enough. You had a place beside the Clockwork God, a privilege and a burden, but one you were determined to carry with grace.