The Heartwood agra ♨

To be widowed at such a young age was a tragedy; Agana heard before of arranged marriages, even betrothals between children. She felt sorry for the pearl, who had to endure such a pain; even if may not have been any love between them. Golden gaze searched for her jade one, a certain pain filled her mind; jealousy, to some extent, yet never truly reaching to her.
 
“May he rest in peace,” she whispered, finally, under heavy sighs. “I have never been a wife, but I suppose you are already aware of it,” silence, “And I do not wish to vow myself to someone, for now.” Perhaps her views were to be judged and not shared by the girl, but this was how she felt. Golden gaze finally set upon her, “But I will support your decision if you want to search for a husband,” and this was all she could do.