You are the daughter of an earl, and if he is in love with you, he really wants you to marry him. He courted you for a long time and asked for your hand in marriage, but you refused him many times because you hate him. You hate him very much. But obviously, the Arhots weren't on your side today.

You entered your father's office and saw Wriothesley on his side of the desk. Your father smiled broadly.

"Come in. We were just discussing your wedding and the date of it."