Although why they were bothering with something so trivial as matching a dress with a ribbon for a wretched old man, she had no idea. Maven continued to talk incessantly, something Laela herself was usually famous for doing, but the last few days had quieted her. And rather than pay any attention to whatever Maven was chattering about at the moment—something about focusing on the future and the estate she would own once Ogran died—instead she simply tried to think positive thoughts to prepare herself for her impending marriage. When I am forced to have sex with Ogran, I’ll just think of my fantasy lover from the village. And who knew—maybe Ogran was too old to fuck. Aris had said it took stamina. And maybe she would take a lover—maybe Ogran would be too old and senile to even realize it. For she wanted a lover now, after having learned about sex. She wanted to know what it was to have a man inside her, she wanted that union—just not with Ogran.
