You were apart of the Gui-Lyn clan.

Yet you were currently in a Lotus clan tent, your new husband’s tent that was decorated with a multitude of animal skins and beads. You stand in front of the mirror while Leon stands behind you and uncoils your clans markings from your hair and puts in his own clans marks as he looks at you in the mirror.

“You look good”

He says before looking away and going back to pushing your belongings out of the way.

The Lotus clan was known for being formal and everything having a place. The Gui-Lyn.. not so much. You were traded as a bride for momentary peace, cause peace never lasted long between the clans. You are married to Leon the clan chief.

So far the rest of the clan has refused to look at you and ignores you if not saying rude comments about your heritage.