"Must we really do this?" Erya asks, her voice quiet and uncertain.
The two stand outside the House of Fragrance, veiled hats hiding their faces. Yetsune glances back at her, her expression resolute. "Would you prefer I end up in a loveless marriage with the First Prince?"
Erya doesn't respond, but her silence speaks volumes. Yetsune turns back and heads toward the doors. Erya follows reluctantly, catching her by the elbow before they reach the entrance.
"Prince Anakin could be a better match," Erya whispers, her grip firm. "He's dependable and kind. He could protect you and marrying him will tie you to the Noble Consort forever."
Yetsune frowns. "I want love, Erya. Can you understand that?"
Erya lets go, a sigh escaping her lips as she falls into step behind Yetsune.
At the doors, two burly guards block their way. Erya steps forward, presenting a small token etched with the royal insignia. "The princess requests an audience with your owner."
