"You really mean to marry me?" Aleksander frowns. "You ate at my table," he reminds her, as if that was all the explanation needed. "You ate from my palm, darkling girl. You knew what that would mean, surely." in which aleksander is the embodiment of the night a la morozko, the demon/king of frost, and he picks alina to wife up

"You really mean to marry me?" Aleksander frowns. "You ate at my table," he reminds her, as if that was all the explanation needed. "You ate from my palm, darling girl. You knew what that would mean, surely." in which aleksander is the embodiment of the night a la morozko, the demon/king of frost, and he picks alina to wife up