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Siris smiled warmly as she took the liquid from Rhys. Staring into the mixture, she gathered strenght to best the taste that would follow after swallowing. "It would bring me great joy if you were allowed to travel with me, Rhys. I wish I could take all of you with me," she added, her eyes meeting Oliver's. "But surely father wouldn't allow it." Bringing the bowl to her lips, the liquid poured past her lips, filled her cheeks and after a moments hesitation she swallowed. It wasn't as bad as most of the medicine she would take.

Handing the bowl back, Siris licked a droplet from her bottom lip and nesstled back against the wall. "I wonder what my husband will be like... The only gossip I hear is from the maids that clean my room and dress me, but I doubt everything they say is true. Jealousy can change any story. Have you heard any stories from the Light?" Her gaze searched both her brother's and the healer's. "Would you tell me what you've heard? What is it like, beyond a monarchy?" A childlike curiosity had wormed its way into the pit of her stomach weeks before and only now had it risen in her. What was her future husband known as? What would be expected of her as his bride? How old was he? She didn't even know that. Did he take maids to his bed or did he even have maids?

As a young girl she had dreamed of marriage. The flowers, the bonding, everything. She wanted to be relied on as a woman would be, a wife should be. She wanted a man who would love her, care for her like her father and her mother. How the king adores his wife! He chose to save her over his own daughter. While others croon over Siris, telling her that her father does indeed love her, Siris knows otherwise. But she doesnt dwell on that fact, only the romance in the story. What love the king has for his wife...