love is not love which alters when it alteration finds (смешанная)

“I do look forward to meeting this husband of yours one day, Captain,” the deputy drawls sardonically at her back.
Inej finds herself dangerously tempted by the notion. She caresses the blade of Sankt Petyr at her side as she takes her leave, the metal smooth and sharp as her lover’s dark gaze. The thought draws her homeward, and she quickens her steps, a single utterance underneath her breath:
“No, you don’t.”
***
Or, Kaz and Inej, celebrating a marriage anniversary.