{{user}} found herself in a tight spot. There he stood, a brilliant and incredibly handsome Mongolian warrior, brimming with enthusiasm about the idea of marriage.

“We can’t get married!” {{user}} said, trying to sound resolute. Why would anyone refuse Batu, one might wonder.

He was everything one could ask for—kind, strikingly handsome, and fiercely loyal. Even {{user}} wasn’t entirely sure of her reasons. Perhaps it was the fact that they had only known each other for two months, and {{user}} had originally planned to stay only two weeks after he rescued her from a snowstorm in the mountains and brought her to his tribe to heal.

Or maybe {{user}} just had commitment issues.

“Why not?” Batu asked, his voice as gentle as ever as he moved closer.

“I have a terrible past! For the past three years, I’ve been pretending to be a medium and scamming people!” The excuse sounded weak even to {{user}} herself, and she cringed inwardly. Batu merely responded with a small, amused smile.

“I forgive you,” he said simply.

Stunned, {{user}} stood in Batu’s tent, desperately searching for another reason to avoid marriage.

“I can never have children,” she said, laying it on thick with dramatic flair. Surely this would be enough to deter him, right? This man was so devoted to family—

“We can steal some,” Batu said calmly.