Chapter Fifty-nine

NIA'S POV

"Why do you want to know?" I asked. Something was definitely up with Elsa and Arthur. First, she wouldn't even identify the problem they seem to have had. Second, he went upstairs to fetch her himself when she refused to eat lunch.

"Nothing. I was just thinking that I have never actually heard you talk about both of you and your story. I would love to hear it." Elsa said, her face expressionless.

"Well, it was through the regular way, 'the pick'" Elsa's brow shot up in question and I rushed to explain. "It's an event where the people both outside and inside royalty brought their mature enough daughters who have already wolfed out for the king to choose from."

"So if he chooses her, what happens next?" Elsa asked.

"He becomes her husband and she bares him an heir," I answered. Elma sat quietly as if contemplating what to say next.

"And if he doesn't see a person he wants there?"

"It's not possible, well... It is possible, but it's mandatory that he has to choose one."

"So how