Shannon! her mother scolded her.
Sounds like you’re drawing up a will instead of an agreement before you get married.We plan on doing that once we’re back. Life was easier when I didn’t need to check so many boxes on my tax form.
Avery rolled her eyes. You’re marrying Mr. Country Western Superstar whose last single was number one for how many weeks?Trina laughed. A few.More like six, but who’s counting . . . and you’re so loaded, presidents call you to see which way you’re voting, and would you mind holding a fundraiser?
That was a governor, not the president.Splitting hairs and you know it.
Trina’s laughter grew. God, I miss talking with you all the time.
Yeah, Avery missed her friend, too. But since she became the other half of Wade Thomas, Trina was a little more preoccupied than when she was single. It’s okay. The newness will wear off and I’ll be here.Opal trails a couple steps behind us. A slight breeze kicks up as she twirls her finger at her side.
We may speak without danger of being heard, says Brother Shaan.Opal must be using the wind to divert the sound around us, giving us the privacy to talk without another Galer overhearing.
Before coming here, Brother Shaan says, Prince Ashwin wrote a letter to each sovereign requesting military aid. He anticipated the sultan would be self-serving and try to profit off of our circumstances, and Kuval did exactly that. Within hours of our arrival, the sultan tried to persuade Ashwin to take Princess Citra as his rani. The prince would have been forced to accept, but the letters he sent to Paljor and Lestari prevented Kuval from strong-arming him. The trial tournament may not be ideal. Ashwin is giving up diplomatic power in exchange for aid. In the end, the empire will be vastly different than it is today, but the prince feels the distribution of power is best in the long run. He is doing all he can to establish allied relationships that have been neglected for years.I sink down on a bench beneath a neem tree that overlooks the green-brown river and the domed roofs of the city. Staring out at this foreign land, a part of me understands Ashwin’s uncertainty. The first days outside of the temple, I longed for home. I still crave the cold nights of Samiya and for Jaya in her cot beside mine. The world of men is endlessly challenging, and the prince has entered it as a ruler of a warring empire.