Chapter 237

She knew she was stuck in this marriage, bound by circumstances far larger than her own wishes. The circumstances were chains, and she was learning to wear them without breaking. Her brother had married Alizeh, and that single bond had sealed her fate more tightly than any vow ever could.

Moosa would never let her go so easily, not when so much power and balance depended on their union.

As Irtaza once said, almost casually, she was the key to their diplomatic relations, a living bridge between rival bloodlines. The thought made her feel small and expendable, as if her life had been reduced to strategy and leverage rather than choice.

If she wanted Moosa to divorce her, then she would have to convince her brother to let go of Alizeh, and that felt almost impossible. The impossibility was a mountain, and she was standing at its base without climbing gear. Alizeh was loved, protected, and cherished in ways Roshanay had never been. Asking her brother to sacrifice that