If this marriage contract actually goes through, I can have a husband who can come to love me. I can actually have some power here in my own kingdom, even though I have no magic to speak of. I can have some control. I can be happy. I can have a child of my own and raise another Colier heir worthy of the throne, who will have enough magic to keep it. Tyndall Midas feels like the answer to my unspoken hope. So I close my eyes, deciding I’m actually going to voice them. Great Divine, hear my prayers...
