Fraya
For the next two hours, I am forced to sit through introductions. I don’t bother trying to remember their names or their positions, it doesn’t matter what they mean to this court if they will be burning right along with it. I keep my face blank, not giving away my hate, but also not showing them any love or joy. They might believe me to be their Queen and accept me as such, but do they care that I am here against my will? That I was taken from my home, my people, my family?
“Let the dances begin.” Anwir’s voice pulls me from my violent thoughts. I turn my head to look at him to see that he has stood up and is holding his hand out to me. Does he really think I am going to dance with him? Let him put his filthy paws all over me? “It is custom that the high lord and his betroth open
