Chapter Twenty-One
The time is finally right for her to choose a mate
An heir, the empress, must produce before it is too late
Baobh is after our empress; her hatred is too much to sate
Ventra’s most powerful are lined up in a row
All vying for a chance for his seed to sew
The heir must come, and it cannot be slow
The Nikah is performed, and now it is done
The tajay is on the throne under the setting sun
Now we must all be patient for the heir to come
— An Heir for Ventra; Kyia Kossi
Rhiannon walked out onto the smooth sandstone steps leading from the palace. A haunting, deep cadence of drums and harsh chanting filled the valley but now came to a sudden stop. Struck with awe at the crowd assembled before her she slowly began to descend the steps. The girls that had attended her
