Arya came back to her own room as her personal attendant began to remove frills from her hair. She was lost in her own world and did not realize the absence of her attendant.
She was startled as the queen called her name. She did not reply at once .
" I know how tough it is Arya." Her voice cooed " But it's the social formality . A girl must marry at your age.."
Arya hung her head , she wouldn't allow her mother to see her tears.
" Girls cant rule , its male hierarchy dear... you should understand where you dwell. We are the weaker vessels.."
" No we aren't !"Arya's voice roared all of a sudden as she stormed out of the room.
Her mother was startled and left shaking her head. She knew what stubborn attitude she had .
"I wish the marriage is successful " she sighed. Arya was awake all night as she devised a plan to flee the wedding. Aranya gently coiled by her sister . Aranya was the only one she loved and who was close to her. She felt agitated and fustrated. She sighed and cried herself to bed.
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Ambition And Wedding
Historical FictionStory of an outstanding warrior maiden. Can she ever live up to herdreamsor her wedding shatters it all? Read on to know
