Page 25 of Sweet Dominion

Even some of the cameramen nodded in approval.

Monique finished her speech. “I believe that. . .together, we will create a legacy of unity, respect, and shared dreams for generations to come.”

The applause was immediate and enthusiastic.

Reporters leaned forward, eager to ask questions even though now was not the time.

Again, I got that feeling of not wanting to share her with them.

It was a mix of pride and possessiveness.

Hmmm.

She was making a lasting impression. Her genuine respect and willingness to embrace our traditions would surely endear her to my people, ensuring their love and support.

But also. . .it could surge a crazy fandom.

Oh fuck. What did I do?

I could already see the admiration in the reporters’ eyes, the way they hung onto her every word. It wouldn't be long before her image graced the walls of many homes and her name spoken with affection among the food market and craft stalls. There might be dolls and other items made to look like her.

It could easily happen.

They’d done the same with my mom.

I bet if I went to my mother’s gravesite right now, I would probably find two or three people visiting and paying their respects. Possibly even asking her tombstone for guidance in some tough family matter. People left wishes by her grave along with shiny coins in the hopes that she would sway God to grant them.

Moni is going to end up being loved like my mother.

I checked my father’s expression and spotted the sly knowing smile on his face as he watched her.

This tea ceremony wasn’t just about the East welcoming her. You wanted to give them anew idolbefore you died. Someone to love and worship. Goddamn it.

While I cherished her instantly growing bond with my people, a part of me struggled with the thought of sharing her attention and affection with so many.

Of course, it was a selfish sentiment, but it was one I couldn't shake.

My father let out a low chuckle on my side.

I turned to him.

He whispered again. “Youmustshare her with them.”

Moni returned to the pot of steeping tea and the cameras flashed.

However, that same flash of fear entered her eyes as she continued with the tea preparation placing drops of honey in each cup.

You’re still scared about something. Why? You are doing amazing.

Was this all in my mind?

Or was there something deeper going on with Moni?

I thought back to a moment yesterday when I asked her if she wanted me to jump into the heated conversation she was having with Chen.

Moni shook her head. “No, I didn’t want you to jump in. I had it.”

“If you ever think you don’t have control of the situation and need me to jump in, will you give me a signal?”

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