Ghost was in your house on the ground floor in the living room. He was surrounded by knights and a couple of servants whom he took with him.

— I want your daughter to be my wife, — he says to your father, his tone cold.

His father tensed, the hands behind him shaking.

— My daughter will be your wife, — your father replied.

Your mother held your hand, leading you out of your room and down the stairs to give you to Ghost.