“That’s impossible, Abelon doesn’t allow peace without a steep price. What do we have that they could want?” an older man seated a few seats away from me asked. “We have her,” the king answered. All eyes fell on me, and I instantly tensed. “Me?” I questioned nervously. “Their king has a son who is twenty-three. Prime marriage age. You will marry the prince of Abelon. Their king will leave our kingdom untouched in his endeavors so long as we provide a wife for his son. He wants to ensure that when his son takes the throne, he has heirs.”
