“When the time comes, she will marry the distinguished Prince Pangari the IV. They will rule over the kingdom together. The reign will be a righteous and noble one.”
Prince Pangari looked at her across the stage. For a moment, he broke his stiff and formal demeanor to wiggle his eyebrows at her.
Why did every prince her father chose for her have huge, hairy eyebrows? Alyse smiled at her intended. It didn’t hurt to flirt. Besides, her father would just break this marriage contract, like he did every other one. Alyse was confidant she would rule her country—alone.