Darian’s standing in the family was far higher than mine. He was born into this territory, while I remained only because our union bound me here after graduating from the healer’s circle. His associates and acquaintances regarded me with little interest.
Though they seldom addressed me directly, they often sought my aid for minor maladies, aware of my role in the physician’s hall. In earlier times, I had delivered remedies to Darian whenever he fell ill, yet he never introduced me to his crew as his partner.
Regaining my composure, I said, “I may need to remain at the hall for extra duties that day.”
He tightened his jaw. “Suit yourself.”
I did not attend. Still, I never expected him to bring Selara in my place.
While copying ledgers under the lamplight, my phone began to buzz repeatedly. When I checked it, I discovered I had been added to a group chat about the family gathering.
Images from the event flooded the thread. Many featured Selara laughing among Darian’s associates, fitting in as if she belonged.