ZINA
That morning, Rowan came to get her, and Zina hardly mistook the gesture for a romantic one even before he said,"This morning you will be the meeting the Seven Elder Witch Seers."
Zina beamed internally at that. She too was curious to meet the enigmatic women that declared her pack traitors to the West and had them executed.
Truly, she was quite eager to meet the women who upended her life in more ways than one.
"Might I ask what is considered a marriage ceremony to the Westerners?" Zina asked Rowan who seemed ill at ease—impatient even from the manner which he paced around her room.
If she were any ordinary bride, then she would have felt slighted by his behaviour but alas, she was no ordinary bride.
"The Seven Elders serving as witnesses to our wedding is enough to consider it a proper marriage ceremony."
"They must be so powerful; these seven women I mean."
