A week has already passed since I was escorted out of our lands and put here to wait for an unknown accompaniment. And if you consider that they were supposed to deliver me to the groom, with whose parents my parents had entered into an agreement on our union, when I was only three years old, then my abandoned situation began to depress me.

During the fifteen years that have passed since day of concluding the contract, I managed to get used to the thought of the betrothed. That’s why I took our wedding for granted. And yet I couldn’t understand why I had to get to him almost alone, in the unknown Urgarai mountains, and he didn’t come to pick me up. Well, or at least he didn’t send an honorary escort to accompany him. And although I even liked the groom based on the portraits, and I also liked the letters from him and the gifts that I received several times a year, the way of our reunion made me quite angry and disgusted.