High above her uncle's house, Orien sits on a tree branch and stares at the glorious sunset. Its golds and pinks are entirely lost on her.
"I see it now," she says. "He wants to be rid of me. As quickly as possible. Since the Lyceum didn't work out, the next thing is a marriage." She pulls her knee up to her chest and sighs. "It's all about status, isn't it? But I don't want to get married! Oh Tiero, I wish you were here. You always said such helpful things."
A memory comes back to her mind, of Tiero glaring at her and saying, "What, like you stand up to your uncle?"
"Not like that," she mutters, irritated.