Malaya sat in a seat of honor, maids and servants dashing around her.
It should have been hard for someone to remain flushed for so long. At the very least, her heart should have given out long ago from the mixture of nerves and anxiety. But it seemed that she wouldn't be allowed to do even that much today.
There were at least three wind mancers in the room controlling currents to cool her down and yet not disturb her hair or makeup. It would be quite useful, and she should even be thankful, if not for the fact she almost wanted to pass out to have her own miniature time skip.
There was nothing worse than the anticipation of waiting.
Even now, she wasn't quite sure how she felt about this. But then again… she had always known that her marriage wouldn't be up to her. All things considered, though Theron was four years younger than herself and she never really imagined things being like this…
