Is She Your Mate?

Amal's POV.

I had enjoyed the meeting between my parents, Paisley and I from earlier, and it was not because of the assets the union would be giving him. He had watched her diligently filing away tidbits from the conversation. She was so quiet as we talked about the unclaimed area of land that sat on the outskirts of our town.

She had also taken notes on my schedule for the week and penciled down my meeting with the elders set to happen in the next two weeks. He had been focused on conversation, definitely, but he had also noticed that she had tied off her hair with itself and that many of its ringlets had fallen free.

He may have been a powerful man, but he wouldn't deny that she was a beautiful woman, when her head was hunched over the paper like that.

Of late his father had been getting on his nerves, questioning his decisions and actions and he could no longer bear it. He had carefully watched the conversation earlier, where his father insulted the slave girl and tried to take