Father wouldn’t allow this, right? He’d tell the prince exactly what he thought of a bride prize—whatever the hell that was. Except Father stayed quiet. His mouth pursed into a thin line as he kept his steady gaze on the Turans, waiting for their reply. Did he even care that they were asking me to be used as payment for a debt? That they were asking to trade his daughter like that coffer of coin? Or was the anger simmering in his caramel eyes simply because his orders were being questioned? I didn’t want the answer. When I tore my eyes from Father, the Guardian’s gaze was waiting. It wasn’t
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