I Became a Barbarian's Bride - Chapter 67
“Aha.”
In that case, shouldn’t she actually play it cool instead?
She wasn’t sure about the princess from another country, but in a place like Xieman where internal unity was so strong, the Arha Clan’s young chief would likely know the internal situation better. Thus, there was a higher chance of her becoming the official wife.
‘Or maybe both of them?’
Nisha’s eyes shifted back and forth.
Whether it was one or both, instead of trying to compete, it might be better to get on their good side.
“I’ve been curious about something. In Xieman, polyandry and polygamy are possible, right?”
“Ah, yes! Of course, it’s no problem at all.”
“The previous Kagan and Katun only had each other, but going back further, the Kagan had three wives, and the Katun had seven husbands.”
As they chatted while brushing her hair, Nisha absorbed the knowledge.
“I see, thanks for answering.”
At Nisha’s polite response, Anita and Zaya froze for a moment. They exchanged glances before bursting into quiet giggles.
The lady they were serving was too soft-spoken, too delicate, and honestly, too kind for her own good.
She never failed to thank them for everything, and when they greeted her with a smile, she always returned it gently.
Look at her now.
She nods with a smile at stories that would make anyone else in Xieman angry and jealous.
“Here, how about this one?”
“Wow… It’s nice, but don’t you think it’s too flashy for me?”
“What are you talking about! This necklace looks amazing against your fair skin. I think it’s perfect!”
Nisha smiled and nodded at Anita’s lively comment.
She hadn’t bought these herself, but since Anita said they were hers, these extravagant jewels were undoubtedly items sent from Roshan.
With that thought, the necklace around her neck started to feel heavy, like a shackle.
“Honestly, the only one who could pull off a pure white dress like this is you, Katun.”
“That’s an exaggeration… Anyway, when does the banquet start again?”
“Xieman’s banquets always go from evening until the next morning! You can just rest until then!”
“We’ll go tell Kagan that you’re ready!”
“Alright, thank you.”
“You’re welcome!”
Anita, seeming pleased by Nisha’s gratitude, cheerfully added before she and Zaya quickly left the room.
Nisha turned her head to look in the mirror.
The reflection of herself was almost unrecognizable. The woman who had always looked like a scruffy sewer rat now appeared radiant.
Adorned in lavish jewels and a flowing dress like that of a dancer, decorated with lace, her hair cascaded down to her waist in soft waves. The watery-blue strands appeared faint and undefined, like the uncertain path of her life.
The flashy necklace and earrings weighed as much as the number of jewels that adorned them.
To be safe, Nisha swallowed twice the usual amount of cough medicine to suppress her cough.
Turning her head, she could see the barren land outside the window.
It was desolate, yet oddly lively. The entire country seemed to be filled with a palpable sense of excitement and energy.
Dealing with so many people was exhausting, but it couldn’t be helped.
She needed to make the best impression possible and prove her worth in any way she could.
With no one to rely on and clinging precariously to a fragile lifeline that could snap at any moment, this was the only option Nisha had in this unfamiliar country.
‘At least if the three people who came with me could secure stable positions somewhere…’
As long as she could end her life without pain, even if she were to grow old and die in a back room, she wouldn’t mind.
“Oh, I forgot to buy seeds for the garden yesterday…”
She should have picked some up while she was out.
‘Maybe I’ll ask after treating him tonight? Or… after giving some life energy to the land around the capital?’
Either way, it seemed best to ask after offering something in return, handing over a list of what she needed.
‘I’m running low…’
Without those herbs, she wouldn’t be able to replenish her life energy, so growing plants was essential.
To others, it would look like she was merely cultivating weeds or flowers. She had chosen seeds that would appear as such—common flowers often seen on the streets, beautiful from afar.
The roots, stems, seeds, or fruits—if plucked and combined, they could become a deadly poison, though hardly anyone would know.
‘The volcano…’
If I were to fall into it, I could definitely die.
Thinking this, Nisha rested her head against the wall, making sure not to ruin the clothes that had been carefully prepared for her.
She stared blankly out the window for a long while, her face calm and serene without the trace of a smile.
