Aaina.
She might have been in her early thirties, or late, I couldn't tell. There were small wrinkles around her eyes, not the wrinkles that could say someone was old enough but the kind that gave away someone's maturity.
Ever since she sat by my side, the third female to do so.
That's what happened when your husband gave you away to the wolves.
If the one before her was staring at my tulip shalwar, this one was analysing my face, maybe she was trying to find some weakness or maybe she thought I wasn't fit enough to be her first lady.
Maybe, she thought Zaydaan deserved better. Her eyes were unkind but her smile was soft and polite. I smiled back, saying nothing.
She was a minister in Zaydaan's cabinet. He had told me about her in the car, he had briefly introduced all his ministers
