Blackfeather Woods birth spite

politics and marriage go hand in hand. love is not born from either, though, and that's where racharra begins to stumble.
she doesn't have the luxury like dwin to take time and marry solely for love, or never marry at all and just enjoy the company of many. the freedom to find love in and rely on oneself does not exist in empire.
you and i were raised in different worlds, then.
dwin's mother is a guiding force, perhaps a comfort for the dispersal. racharra and her siblings were a part of her mother's path and goals from the beginning. perhaps when she first bled, perhaps even before.
and yet.
racharra couldn't return dwin's smile. stone faced, she breaks her gaze to look up the lake.

children would also come after her marriage. it had never been stated directly, always implied, to racharra. there would still be plenty of time before that but time moves quickly when it isn't being watched. would she be able to? would her children one day speak of her as kindly as dwin? or..

i am sure i'll be blessed with good fortune after my marriage. relief included. now is just the hurdles that come with finding the one for me.