Aiesha shifted uneasily, ears flicking. She wanted to refuse. Every instinct told her this was a bad idea. But the amiirad’s words were so reasonable, so gentle… and the thought of being seen as the one who helped the princess show goodwill was strangely tempting.

After a long, conflicted pause, she exhaled.

…Very well, amiirad, she murmured. But only for a short time. And if anything feels wrong, we leave immediately.
Satakhetem’s smile deepened, satisfied and regal.

Of course.

Together, the two of them left the dusk-painted chamber — the tall, imperious princess and the reluctant mazoi — striding down the corridor toward the music and golden light of the wedding celebration.

She would be certain not to let her attention wane from the godly woman.