HERA
They call it the Bedding Ceremony.
When they told me about it, I had not exactly taken it in the best of ways.
And as I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep, the entire scene from that afternoon plays itself in my head until I can recall every sentence by heart.
The seamstress’ voice… muffled by the pins she holds in the corner of her mouth…
“…and after you swear the sacred oath before the Fire gods and the dragonkin, the Kingmaker Arydian, messenger of Clotho the present will place the crown on your head and you would officially become the King’s wife and queen consort to the dragon realm.”
I glance at both women.
“That’s not all is it? I can tell from the way Henette keeps looking away.”
The seamstress, not quite meeting my eyes, goes back to poking me as she attempts to pin a
