Arthea looked puzzled, she couldn't get what the weird creature meant.
"What does the number say?" Arthea asked composing herself.
"The number assigned to the woman who is chosen to be the prospective bride of Majesty" the long tailed woman ended her answer with a smirk.
Her words sounded straight, unapologetic and even scary. For a second Arthea felt mixed emotions of pride and hurt. Pride for taking the place of Alora and helping not just the Princess of Vrishnya but also for saving her friend from the woes.
Hurt for being a part of this clownery, where every creature is intimidating her and she lost the count of time.
"You are not the first person and no way o we think someone soo arrogant like you could match up to the throne, so all we have is barely ten days, so we rather agree on the same terms"
Arthea's eyes glowed as he heard ten days.
