I sat there for a long time, unable to speak or stop the tears-now of sadness-rolling down my cheeks. Meira held her own silence, just the quiet of the basement, the cool darkness soothing me as much as our mutual stillness.
With a hiccup, I finally used my well-worn sleeve to swipe the moisture from my face and nodded.
"This is just the betrothal ceremony," Meira said, as if that made some kind of difference. "The wedding won't happen until later."
"Nice of Dad to wait until I can come," I said, much more harshly than I intended. But Meira just nodded. I met my sister's eyes, hesitated. Blurted, "What's she like?"
Meira rolled her amber eyes, snorted. "Weak," she said. "I think Dad went way to the left after the whole thing with Merlotsenilater ." Right. Thing #3 on the roster who'd tried to kill Meira. "But, at least she won't be a problem when it comes to power. I can work around her. She's happy just knowing she's going to be Ruler's wife."
Wife.
Gulp.