I didn't sleep well last night. Saira Malivik haunted my dreams in a skimmy outfit. Now, as I stood on the left side of the throne, my temples throbbed from lack of sleep, and I had to force myself to stay awake. Of course, the Clan Elders’ boring chatter didn’t help my case. Suppressing a yawn, I raised my head and lazily swept my gaze across the hall. Then, I saw her. Or more specifically, them. As if attracted by some sort of a magnet, my gaze was automatically drawn to their clasped hands. All too suddenly, the hall went quiet. An indistinguishable emotion blazed in my heart, weighing my chest with heaviness. I frowned, slightly discomfited at what I was feeling. Was it jealousy or displeasure? I couldn't tell, and this pissed me off. 'Must be the dream messing with my mind.' I decided, wrenching my gaze away from their hands. “Saira, Idris, you’re here.” My father’s face lit up at their appearance. "Daughter-in-law, come here. Let me have a look at you.” He beckoned to the
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