"Sherryl, you..."
Thales let out a long sigh, "Do you really know what you're talking about?"
"Of course, I do!"
Sherryl dabbed at her moist eyes, her expression turned serious again, and her tone left no room for doubt:
"I'm talking about arranged marriages, power, interests, the political situation, politics, the balance of the kingdom, the future of Emerald City, even His Majesty's ambitions!"
Arranged marriages, power, interests, the political situation, politics...
Thales felt a sinking feeling in his heart:
"What about yourself, then?"
"Myself?"
Sherryl was taken aback.
"I am of the right age, healthy, not bad-looking, and most importantly, capable of bearing children—isn't that enough? People's expectations of a woman as a wife... Oh, I see."
The young girl stared at the dim light in Thales' eyes, suddenly realizing something.
Her expression stiffened for a few seconds, then was quickly replaced by a smile:
