Desilva resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Dominic while Anateniz watched closely.
"So not his concubine then? The next head of a tribe is someone close to worthy of marrying his royal highness but probably not as the first bride as that needs to be someone who can provide political power," Anateniz muttered in thought. She looked up at Desilva, her eyes glowing curiously as she came up with a proposal. "Maybe a second bride then? Will you be fine with that?"
Desilva shuddered, her face immediately flushing as Dominic let out a long sigh. "Not first, second or third, she's not going to be a concubine of mine. She's an escort from her tribe whom is the bridge between her tribe and this kingdom."
