CHAPTER 15
The morning of her wedding dawned, and Peytra was in a haze. The rest of her family had arrived two days before, and that alone had kept her occupied and distracted enough not to think about the things that had happened or were about to.
Her sisters, mother, Kori, and her maid now dominated her rooms and took turns fussing over her hair, face paint, and gown. She wore a golden thing with deep chestnut chevrons in the trim. Her waist was accented with a deep red iftink, the wedding belt. This iftink was embellished with gold embroidery. She dawned a red juntok for what would be the walk to the temple. It hooked to her shoulders with a hidden clasp. While her mother attached the juntok, she told Peytra of how she felt on her wedding day. Her father had lost his iftink clipping t
