I didn’t want to be here.

I was more than a dowry, more than a source for silver. I was mad at my aunt and uncle, Lord and Lady Opis, for trying to marry me off as soon as possible just so they could get my dowry. But as if that wasn’t bad enough, when it didn't work out (I wanted to spend most of my time reading, not learning to dance, so not very marriageable in the high class), and they were fed up with me, they decided to sell me. SELL ME!

Well, it was the king’...