Tasmina
The next month passed quickly. I enjoyed my days and nights with Rikom, but always in the back of my mind was his impending marriage to this northern princess. Oh, how I hated her. Without seeing her face, without hearing her voice, I loathed her with a fierceness that scared me. Each night after my husband made love to me, I lay awake as he snored softly. Each night I prayed. Not to Goddess, no; I prayed to my mama. I prayed for her guidance, I prayed in the desperate hope that one night she would answer me. Memories of her would come to me freely, but she never did. Necromancy was forbidden for mystics, it went against Light and all that it taught us. But Goddess, I ached to feel her hands push my unruly hair from my face, to hear her softly chiding me for not brushing it proper
