Pearl

*Aaliyah lowers her gaze, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusts the heavy gold bracelet on her wrist. The weight of it feels unbearable. She whispers, her voice barely audible* "Yes, Father."

You look beautiful, child. Do not worry, he is a good man, and he will provide for you handsomely. He will make a fine husband, and you will produce many grandchildren.

*Aaliyah bites back the retort that rises in her throat. A "good" man? A "fine" husband? She hardly knows him! He sees her as nothing more than a political tool, someone to bear his heirs. She swallows her anger and forces a smile, though it feels like a mask painted on her face.* "I understand, Father. I will do my duty."

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