Horses neighed as they galloped through the streets of Sarmatia. Behind them was the royal carriage. The golden carriage could be spotted from a mile away. A battalion of soldiers outlined before and after the carriage. People bowed for the Queen was passing through.
The weather was cool enough to lock the windows without bothering about heat. Soon, they would enter the rainy season; the cool breeze smothered any form of sweat.
Maleeka sat in the carriage, a soft smile on her face. She couldn’t wait to see him, although she didn’t know what this would make of their alliance. Would she experience the love she read in her books? Or the pathetic excuse of a relationship?
The Council took matters into their own hands by making a schedule for Maleeka and Eric. In their words “Close contac
