Anthony watched Naledi storm out of the room. His heart squeezed in his chest as he remembered the hurt look on her face. He wanted to go to her. She was his, he should be able to comfort her and hold her in his arm. But he could feel his father’s eyes on him. They were still on precarious grounds with the wedding negotiations. The Tšhupi clan wasn’t exactly happy with the change in the conditions of the marriage arrangement. Yes, their daughter was marrying a prince from the Batloung clan, but he wasn’t the one they had chosen for her. Although they seemed to be coming around since their daughter was the one who chose Roby for a husband, Anthony didn’t want to tip their hand. He wanted this arrangement to work as much as Roby did.
He turned to him then. He looked as torn as he was. He w
