"Implying she wasn't suited for any reason is enough. It is the representation of the clans. It is a race to see who will be the first to bear a son--they do not care about age," her tone was still hushed and angry--though perhaps the anger wasn't entirely focused at him in that statement.

She jerked her head in his direction as he pulled her down a different hall. She furrowed her brow behind her mask. "What are you doing now?" she growled, caught between the urge to simply beat him and the reality that she couldn't risk being seen beating him.