"I want you to take my hand in marriage."
As soon as they heard those words, the women standing right behind Dorian all glared, finally understanding this was what Ishtar was after all along.
Maria chose not to speak; as a knight, she knew better than to talk unless her master had given her permission to. That said, it was quite evident from the white-knuckled grip on her sword's hilt that she so badly wanted to say something.
Dorian, on the other hand…
'This might not be a bad idea.'
He thought to himself, one hand under his jaw.
'Mother did say having multiple partners in this world was a sign of power. What better way than to have three wives who are all Lord Ranks? Not to mention, if I get married to her, chances are I could also be looking to get the entire viscounty if this poor man was unfortunate enough to die.'
It sounded brilliant; no other plan screamed "Dorian" more than this.
