Lion Head Mesa fifteenth

Diantha looked dumbly at him. A simple girl. A simple girl, here to give heirs to her betrothed. She said the words again and again in her mind's eye.

Then I do what my betrothed wants of me, she replied. Unfortunately, she did not know what Charles would want. The pharaoh had been vague on what Charles was like—and that was putting it lightly. Diantha could only hope he was as easy to bend to her will as the pharaoh had been.