Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
She prayed that a God would come from the skies and carry her away to bright adventures. But faint and wistful sigh. One of the voices mourned, in the twittering Venusian speech, "How I envy you, Koroby! I wish I were being married tonight, like you!" Koroby stared defiantly at the laughing faces of her bridesmaids. She shrugged hopelessly. "I don't care," she said slowly. "It will be nice to have Yasak for a husband—yes. And perhaps I do love him. I don't know." She tightened her lips as she reflected on it. seemed incapable of the slightest exertion. But Koroby's body was—compared to her friends'—voluptuous. She rested against the door-frame, watching the red of the afterglow deepen to purple. "I want romance," she said, so softly that the girls had to strain forward to hear her. "I wish that there were other worlds than this—and that someone would drop out of the skies and claim going to steal me away from Yasak, so I might as well get on with my do you think that it would look a little too much—?" Her eyes sought the mirror, and her lips parted in an irreprehensible smile. She trilled softly to herself, "Yes, I am beautiful tonight—the loveliest woman Yasak will ever see!" And then, regretfully, sullenly, "But oh, if only He would come ... the man of my dreams!" Koroby twirled before the mirror, criticizing her appearance. "Yes, "Goodbye, Koroby!" "Goodbye! Goodbye!" They crowded around her, embracing, babbling farewells, shreds of advice. Trossa began to cry. Finally Koroby broke fragrant. It smelled stale, hinting of other occupants, other brides being borne to other weddings.... "You're comfortable?" the litter bearer asked. Koroby nodded, and the Koroby fingered the flowers around her throat, her eyes rapt on the along, and Koroby heard one of the bearers exclaim gruffly, "Listen!" Koroby peered out. "A Koroby lifted a hand. "Stop the litter," she said. Suddenly Koroby reached out, tapped the shoulder of the closet bearer. married." "Take me to that light!" she persisted. They set the litter down. "We can't do that," one man said to another. Koroby stepped out to the path, straightened up, her eyes on the glow. to Yasak—" is!" She put a hand to her heart. "I must! I must!" Then she faced the green glare again, smiling to herself. carry the message to Yasak in the Stone City that his prospective They were exhausted and panting. Koroby was walking beside them, for Koroby stopped short, clasping her hands and involuntarily uttering a squeal of joyful excitement, for between her and the blaze, his eyes on the destruction, stood a man..... Koroby hastily grasped a corner of her gown, moistened it with saliva, whispered urgently, reaching after her, but Koroby pushed him away. The But Koroby, with supreme confidence, walked toward the stranger, her lovely body graceful as a cat's, her face radiant. The man did not hear her. She halted behind him, waited silent, expectant, excited—but he did not turn. The green fire sputtered upward. At last the girl stepped to the man's side and gently touched him again. He turned, and her heart faltered: she swayed with bliss. He was probably a god. Not even handsome Yasak looked like this. Here was a face so finely-chiseled, so perfectly proportioned, that it was The stranger did not speak, merely gazed deeply into Koroby's eyes. And she, returning the gaze, wondered if he was peering into her very soul. The words of a folk-ballad came to her: "—He'll smile and touch my cheek, And maybe more And though we'll neither speak, We'll know the score—" Suddenly he put his hands to her cheeks and bent close to her, his eyes peering into hers as though he were searching for something he had lost into her eyes. His dispassionate, too-perfect face began to frighten her. She slipped back from him, her hand clutching her throat. He straightened up and spoke—haltingly at first, then with growing such a wonderful voice—it was as she had always dreamed it! But she had never really believed in the dream.... Koroby watched him, forgot her fear, and went eagerly to him, took his arm. "Who are you?" she asked. "Tell me your name!" asked, "Is it far? Have you come to take me there?" Here the similarity between her dream and actual experience ended. What was he thinking as he eyed her for a long moment? She had no way whisper. They watched the melting globe sag on the sand. Then Koroby me ?" He looked her up and down. "Of course!" Her eyes jerked wide open and she took a deep breath. "And just who do you think you are? A god?" Koroby cut him short. "What's your name?" He handed the stick to Koroby, but she was afraid to touch it. This was a strange light that gave no heat, nor flickered in the breeze. Finally she accepted it from him, but carried it gingerly at arm's length. She refused to believe that he had no name, and so he named himself. "Robert," she said, and, "Robert." But at last she could go no farther. She had forced herself along because she wanted to impress this indifferent man that she was not as inferior as he might think—but now she could not go on. With a little Robert dipped down, scooped her up, and carried her. Lights glimmered ahead shouts reached them. It was a searching party, "You will stay with me while you are in the City, of course," Yasak "Oh," Koroby said disappointedly, and sat upright. "I feel as if I'd furious. Robert! Aren't you listening?" "I hear you." "Don't you think it was an exciting dream?" He shook his head. "But why? Robert"—she laid longing hands on his shoulders—"can't you see that I'm in love with you?" He shrugged. "I believe you don't know what love is!" "I had a faint idea of it when I looked into your mind," he said. "I'm afraid I haven't any use for it. Where I come from there is no love, and there shouldn't be here, either. It's a waste of time." "Robert—I'm mad about you! I've dreamed of your coming—all my life! that I'm not worthy of you—" She stepped back from him, clenching her hands. "Oh, I hate you—hate you! You don't care the least bit about me—and I've shamed myself in front of you—I, supposed to be Yasak's wife by now!" She began to cry, hid her face in suddenly lax fingers. She looked up fiercely. "I could kill you!" Robert stood immobile, no trace of feeling marring the perfection of his face. "I could kill you, and I will kill you!" she sprang at him. "You'll hurt yourself," he admonished kindly, and after she had pummeled his chest, bruising her fingers on his armor, she turned away. Koroby huddled on a chair, sobbing. Then she dried her eyes on the him like the spreading wake of a boat. Koroby stood on tip-toe, waving Koroby reached the City wall, panted through the gate into a shrieking They watched the conflagration, Yasak and Koroby, from a higher part of

<question>:
How does Koroby feel about marrying Yasak?

<options>:
A She wants to marry him for his money, since he will spare no expense for Koroby
B She is afraid to marry him because he has a reputation for being cruel
C She is uncertain whether she is making the right choice, but she is going to marry him because she has no better option
D She is excited to marry him because he is her true love

<answer>:

C