As always, I watched them drinking, never even considering the possibility of defeat. Among them was the man I loathed the most, a man who didn't hesitate to hurl insults even at my father's loyal subjects. His eyes curved into crescents as he looked toward my mother. Then, he turned to another suitor and laughed loudly.

"See? She loves me. I'm telling you, she'll choose me as soon as she finishes that shroud!"