Grandmother's tea party was not a casual party. The guests were prominent women from Arendia. Each of them boasted about their husbands and children. I wondered if that was the reason why they were here.
"My son will be the next governor of Akkad," one of the women who sat beside me said. She giggled and the rest rolled their eyes. They were jealous of each other.
"I heard that the queen mother will find a match for another son, soon," the youngest among them smiled. She continued to play with the edge of her dress. I knew at once that she was single.
"Are you not married?" I asked.
"No, I'm not," she answered with a dull face. Her facial expression changed immediately and I wondered if it was the wrong thing to ask.
"Her name is Davina. This will be her fourth marriage," Margaret whispered. My jaw dropped. She was such a beautiful young woman. Who told her that her life depended on that?
