"Father," I questioned, "how am I supposed to be ready for the marriage? I am only thirteen."
"Rosalita," He said calmly, "You'll be very happy there. I know fora fact that he'll treat you well."
I nodded and was excused. I then thought on how I could get out of this. Fake being a man, perhaps? No, it's been done too many times throughout the family history. But then, I had the best idea I ever had. I'd have to flee the palace and gain freedom in a different country.