Inside a small building in a certain village at Eltones, it was clear to anyone that the people living there were middle-class meaning they were well-to-do compared to the lowly.
Ava, clad in a long black nightwear, seated at the dining table. A covered plate and a jug of juice and water sat before her as she waited for her husband.
She had decided to accept fate—perhaps because she was in a new village, living a new life.
Still, she was glad, she knew she wouldn't sleep peacefully if she were at her own village. Not with how she had bragged to her friends and neighbors about marrying the king. Why else had that woman handed her aloe vera that night?
A sigh escaped her lips. The rain outside wasn't harsh, yet it carried a strange heaviness. She stared at the candle flickering in front of her. Why was she doing this? Was it guilt? This man, despite his flaws—flaws she very much minded—had still treated her nicely.
