Chapter 6

Myan knew that crying was pointless, but she couldn’t help herself. Although it was especially uncomfortable to see through glossy eyes and being unable to wipe her tears, she let them fall down her cheeks.

The royal entourage was dressed in fancy attires, and even though they couldn’t see her face through the beaded veil, she could easily read the discomfort in their eyes, seeing through those fake smiles and pretense.

As was tradition, four guards bowed beside each corner of a mat that was sewn onto a square-shaped wood. It resembled a carriage, except it had no roof; they referred to it as a typh.

Her servants helped her onto it. Myan wasn’t used to having things done for her and found it extremely strange. The guards lifted the carriage onto their shoulders and began to move to the event while drummers and dancers escorted them to the courtyard. There was so much merriment, and it accompanied discomfort.

The trumpet sounds altered th