Only Water Can Quench Fire!
"I see the fire in you, my lady. Saw it the first day you walked these streets."
"I beg your pardon?" Saera approached the woman, intrigued. She glanced around, but Jin was deep in conversation with another man.
"Your spirit," the old woman clarified. She tapped her chest with a knowing air."The young lord is water. Nourishing, soothing, flexible. Gentle for the most part, but persistent enough to carve through even the hardest of rocks." She turned the finger on Saera. "You are all fire, lady. You fight for what you love, for what you believe in. You seek to grow tall, to become accomplished. Full of vitality. Rare to see that in a woman." She fixed Saera with a toothy smile.
A wave of dread washed over Saera, cold pressing deep into her bones. "Fire and water, they're polar opposites… how can they ever be compatible?"
The old woman's smile widened.
Saera has fought against arranged marriage for years, and agrees to it on one condition: that the tradition end with her. Just as she sets out to meet the man she will marry, a messenger brings news: her betrothed has cancelled the engagement, and she has no choice but to marry the younger brother whom she knows nothing about. What happened to her initial engagement? Can she find happiness in marriage to a stranger?
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