Sarra studied her, saying nothing for a long moment. “You’re certain you don’t want to marry my son?” Alizeh returned her assessing gaze. “You doubt me?” “I am not blind to the beauty of my own child,” she said, arching a brow. “There are thousands of young women across Tulan who would marry him in a trice. It might shock you to hear it, but he has quite a dedicated army of admirers. They don’t yet know about you, of course—but they’ll be very sorry, indeed, when your betrothal is announced.” “There will be no such announcement,” Alizeh said angrily, “as I will not be marrying him. Why are you
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