Amara sat in quiet contemplation for the next couple of days, her mind churning over the story Nana Teneh had shared. There was something about it that didn’t sit right with her. How did it all begin? A Dugo, a conqueror who lost his love due to a misunderstanding? She shook her head, unable to reconcile the idea. Her thoughts turned to arranged marriages and how stupid they seemed in her eyes. She believed love should be the foundation of a marriage, not duty or politics. The idea of being bound to someone just because of bloodlines or obligations felt wrong to her.
Arthur, noticing her growing agitation, attempted to offer his perspective. “Love can be formed through experience, you know,” he said, his voice low but sincere.
Amara narrowed her eyes at him, not quite convinced. “How?” s
