Zinna smiles softly again and nods in agreement with Nymera’s thoughts on her own freedom. Then she gently places her other hand atop Nymera’s, returning the warm, reassuring squeeze with a touch of fondness.

“I’ve been… around. Spent some time in Seshtau, and went to see Sofira and the girls for a bit. Mostly I’ve been at the orphanage, trying to focus on helping however I can.” She paused, a small shrug lifting one shoulder. “Probably going to see Charlotte soon. She sent me a letter requesting my presence. Some things were said the last time we spoke, and… my relationship with that branch of the family has been damaged as well.”

She paused again and gave a small, self-aware shake of her head.

“Though I suppose it’s partially my fault that my people don’t have the best reputation around here. We’ve been helping, but mostly in the shadows. So now, too many think we’re nothing more than leeches—good for pretty clothes and dancing whores, and not much else.”

She sighed, rolling her eyes with restrained irritation before shaking her head again, this time as if to shake off the weight of it all.

Zinna took a deep breath, steadying herself, and when she spoke again, the words came like lines she’d practiced many times over.

“I do not belong in King Kalil’s world. His way of life and mine do not meld well enough to form the bond needed for a happy marriage. I crave the open road, and he requires well-guarded walls. He is stoic, keeps his emotions tightly locked away. I wear mine on my sleeves like jewels. I need open communication; he is wary of opening himself to anyone but Connor.

“I want to move with the flow of the wind and rivers. He needs structure—every moment of every day mapped out with purpose. And with so many powerful enemies, I can’t be that close to him without giving up who I am. Who I’m meant to be.”

She paused, a flicker of lingering hurt flashing in her eyes.

“I was hurt and shocked by his sudden decision to end our arrangement — especially when it was made without even a drop of my input. But after taking time to reflect, to focus on myself and the person I’ve become, I see now that… it’s probably for the best.”

Her voice softened, losing the formality for something more vulnerable.

“I hope we can remain allies. Even friends, maybe...”She opened her mouth as if to say something more, the words hovering just behind her lips—unspoken but heavy. But then, just as quickly, she closed it again. Instead, she turned back to Nymera and offered a quiet, reassuring smile. 

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