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Makani sat and listened intently to her brother, surprised that he was so eager to get to the topic of pups. But Makani didn't mind, she was raised to be bred, to raise the next generation of Spartan warriors and wives. She knew this as a fact of her existence. She simply nodded her head in understanding up until Daemon spoke of a future bride. Her head immediately snapped to him, instincts upsetting her that he already had another bride before her. Of course, Makani expected Nabis and Daemon to have wives, many of them eventually. But Makani always pictured her as their first, as their favored. Her face battled between pain and joy, "Who is she?" She whispered, trying to hide the hurt that was evident in her voice. Was she more beautiful? Was she smarter, wiser, or more motherly?

Daemon's affections made her worries settle, if only slightly, but the doubts still whispered through her ears. Of course she would still wish to become one of their wives, but her feelings had still been hurt. Not only did they leave without her, they seemed to have nearly forgotten her as well. If Daemon had a wife ready, did that mean Nabis did too? She let out a breath, offering a small smile before she turned away, looking out in the distance. What would the future hold for her if another woman was to come in between of her and her siblings? She had left everything to be with them, she had no one else, no where else to go.