Hearing this, Anna and Wilem wondered if they could even stay here at all, even for a day. If it were a simple marriage, the enemies might not waste resources on them.
But if trade of resources for one side and safety on another was included in the equation, then the two of them were thrown at an even harder place than they thought.
"What do you think we should do?" Anna couldn't help but ask Althea. Instead of a proper answer, however, Althea gave her a look.
"Are you asking us to think for you?"
"No, I—"
Garan did not like it when others pressured his wife for anything, even simple advice. He frowned and grabbed her shoulder, looking at the two with a frown.
They could only avoid his gaze.
Althea patted her husband's leg, calming him down, before looking at the young couple. They were indeed young, both just around 20 years old. In Terran, this was just entering university age.
