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“As I mentioned,” Alaya continued, “our king, Karadeylis, is a great mage.” Her tone grew more serious. “He has ruled these lands for centuries—many generations of people have lived and died under his reign. How exactly he came to power remains a mystery. Some say he murdered the previous royal family and took their place. Others insist he’s one of their secret descendants. And there are those who whisper that dark magic was involved—that he’s an ancient alpha werewolf himself. That theory isn’t far-fetched—some mages can take on other forms and become dual-natured beings. Whatever the truth, it’s long been buried under centuries of rumors. What matters is that Karadeylis has remained the ruler for ages.”

“To be fair,” she added thoughtfully, “he governs wisely and efficiently. There are no homeless or starving people here. He’s a powerful warrior as well as a mage, proven in countless battles. Occasionally, reckless fools from other kingdoms still try to attack us, but Karadeylis always emerges victorious. These days, conflicts are almost nonexistent. What’s most curious is that he never leaves his castle. He doesn’t need to—he can strike down enemies with his magic from the tallest tower or lend his power to his generals to fight in his stead.

“I suppose, after a hundred years or so of peace, he’s grown bored. That’s why he decided to take a wife.”

I sat quietly, listening to every word, trying to absorb anything that might help me avoid becoming one of the “missing candidates.”

“Yes,” the brunette whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. “I had a husband… and besides Sariya, two older sons. After my daughter disappeared, my boys couldn’t bear the loss and set off toward the capital to search for her. But they never returned. You see, the road to the capital is long, difficult, and at times deadly. We also have seasons of earthquakes in the mountains, caused by wandering stone giants known as gorts. It was during one of those seasons that my sons were on their way back… when the gorts were nearby. There was a massive rockslide. They all died.”

“Alaya…” I whispered, embracing the grieving mother who had lost her entire family. “I’m so sorry.”

“And this small bud,” she said sadly, touching her stomach, “it represents a pregnancy that never came to bloom—a life that never had the chance to grow.” She stood up quietly to prepare some kind of herbal brew for us.

After a few minutes of silence, I finally asked, “Alaya, why are the markings on everyone’s bodies colorful, but mine are black?”

“That,” she sighed, “I truly don’t know. We’re all born with colorful carpits. Maybe it’s because you’re from another world.”

More questions, and still no answers…

“Tell me,” I asked carefully, “just theoretically—if I were to… sleep with a man, would that mean I’m no longer a suitable candidate?”

“Oh,” Alaya smiled faintly, “that won’t be an issue here. Manar gave strict orders—no man in this settlement will even dare to look at you that way. And once the king’s scouts for brides arrive, they’ll either cast a special spell to prevent such things, or watch you very closely. So…”

“I was just asking for reference,” I muttered awkwardly, realizing I had no idea who I could even sleep with here—and, honestly, didn’t want to with just anyone. But still… better to know my options.

We continued talking for a few more hours until I began to yawn.

“Iza, you should rest,” Alaya said gently. “The scouts will arrive any day now—it depends on how long their journey takes. Gather your strength for the trials ahead.”