Seria had not been against it.
This was the fate of noble ladies.
Marriage was their path to power. It had always been like that. They were bridges between houses, living contracts wrapped in silk and etiquette. Very few had the luxury of marrying purely for love.
If they had the chance to aim higher, if the family had a chance to secure a stronger ally, most noble girls would accept it.
Seria was not naive.
So she had only raised one problem.
"But is he not already the princess's fiancé? He was the one who won Duke Evermoon's competition and one of the prizes was the duke's daughter. If he is already bound to her, then it would be improper for me to even try, would it not? Besides, we have only had a single conversation and that was months ago."
Her father had scoffed.
