us. We all turned as one as the heavy iron doors parted to reveal the man who would choose one of us to be his wife. A familiar man walked out first, and I smiled as I recognized Zariah. He was out of his fireguard uniform today, instead dressed like the king himself in a matching tunic of purple with gold embroidered at the edges. Velvet breeches were tucked into soft black boots, and they had pinned a silver sash to his shoulders. They really go all out for their guards, I thought.
You dumb bitch
