Shadowwyn Moor Muradoii

meleys’s words hung in the air, sharp and matter-of-fact, but suliya didn’t answer right away. for really— she didn't know. she could have challenged her brother. perhaps she should have. yet, she hadn’t. the thought left a bitter taste on her tongue.

i don’t know, she admitted finally, her voice low, contemplative. perhaps i could have. perhaps not. the admission was rare for her, but honest. she hadn’t been ready then—she wasn’t sure if she was ready now. her thoughts wandered briefly to the past, to the weight of what she had left behind.

the question of husbands pulled her back, and her gaze flicked to meleys, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. i’ve not wed before, she said, her tone lighter now, but with a hint of irony. no man has impressed me. yourself?