The sunlight streams into the book room coating the whole thing in a shimmery gold. The volumes of books sit upon the shelves like solidiers. The room is quiet and uninterrupted. That is until my father walks in.
"Aira," he says. "you're turning seventeen today."
"Yes?" I say. I am failing to see the point of this conversation so far.
"You are aware that you must be married by the time you are nineteen, right?" he asks.
"I am well aware of the law," I tell him firmly.
"This gives you only two years to find yourself a suitable husband," he says with distress. "Or else the government will marry you off to some random guy."
"Yes, father," I sigh. He's been quite worried about my ability to get a husband.
"You must set some priorities," he says. "Perhaps your mother and I should choose."
"No," I tell him. I do not want some guy that my parents handpicked for his money. "I want to choose myself."
"But, Aira, you are quite fickle," he reasons.
"I would like to select who I marry," I state. " Having you two pick out my husband is like having the government choose."
"Aira!" he exclaims. "Please do not compare your mother and I to such a primative system."
"Sorry," I mumble.
"How about we strike a bargain?" he tells me. "If you do not find a suitable husband in eighteen months your mother and I will select your husband."
"And if I do?" I ask.
"You will be married at once," my father says.
"Sounds fair enough," I say. "I agree to your bargain."
Now, where can I find a suitable husband?
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Science FictionIn the distant future, everyone must be married by the age of nineteen. If you are not married by your nineteenth birthday, the government chooses your spouse. This is a fate Aira is dreading. She's also dreading her parents choosing her husband. Bu...
