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Petra too was trying to find time to meet Eltanin on a personal basis, but Eltanin just wasn't available. For the whole day their parents remained busy with something or the other. Petra went to Tarazed's room where she was with her betrothed, the General of the Aquila Army.
Tarazed and her man were lying in an embrace when Petra barged in. The General got up with a start as Tarazed rolled her eyes. Her sister's tantrums were becoming unbearable these days. There was not a single king or prince in the world of Araniea who wanted to marry her and she knew why. It was because she had eyes for Eltanin and at the same time had tasted several princes and kings on her infamous tours.
The General got up. He grabbed his tunic. Putting it on, he bowed to the princess and then walked out of the room after giving a glance to his betrothed.
"What is it?" Tarazed asked, propping her elbow up and resting her head on her palm.
Petra started to pace the room. She appeared extremely nervous. She sniffled and said, "Why aren't father and mother talking about my marriage to King Eltanin? It is such a wonderful opportunity to come face to face with the king. They can easily talk about it!" She lifted her hands up in the air exasperatedly. "But here they are—not even interested in the future of their younger daughter!"
Tarazed shook her head. "You are sounding ridiculous Petra. The main reason why the Draka King has called other kings is because of his wife. Of course we are talking of alliances, but don't forget the main reason. It would be rude to speak with him about your marriage."
"You are the most complacent woman in this world. Aren't you?" Petra accused Tarazed, narrowing her eyes. "You will not take my side because if I were to marry the Draka King, I would become more powerful than you!"
"I was caught up..." Petra replied as she sat down on the couch. She patted beside her and said, "What I am going to say is very important to both of us."
Eri sat beside her. "And what is it?" she asked eagerly.
"Let us join hands," Petra responded immediately.
"Join hands? What do you mean?" Eri exclaimed.
Petra took a deep breath in. "We both know that we want to marry King Eltanin, but there are problems. How about we go and talk it out to Lusitania instead of relying on our parents?"
Eri's eyebrows shot to the roof. "Are you insane? Do you think Lusitania will just allow us to marry her husband? I saw how bitter she was in the orchards."
"Eri..." Petra placed a hand on hers. "This is our only chance. Let us both talk to that fae girl. She may be bitter, but I feel that she is slightly thick in the head. She is not as sharp as us."
Eri licked her lips as she contemplated.
"I was with her during that ball a few months back, and I played with her easily," Petra replied, flicking her long hair back. She still hadn't changed from what she was wearing for Eltanin.
After a few moments of contemplating the pros and cons, Eri said, "Okay... but how do we meet her?"