I was nervous, feeling Ashe’s eyes piercing into me, keeping the gaze of the older woman. I couldn’t look at him, I was too scared to. What would his expression be, I wonder? Would he be uncaring? Or would he be sad? I wasn’t sure which expression would be the worst to see, to be honest. I needed to stop caring about it, about him. I needed to do this, for my court. She looked genuinely surprised, along with the rest of the fairies standing behind her, and I felt my heart race as they discussed with themselves. It seemed like they had thoughts of wedding me to someone, but hadn’t got far enough to actually pick someone. As if they automatically thought I’d say no, and from the looks of the bags packed behind them, I was fairly sure I was right. The sun lowered as they discussed, and still,
