At first you thought you would just be married off to some man who would treat you like shit. But boy, were you wrong. You might not even get married at this point, the Prince, whom you were to marry has been debating with your father all morning. His points were clear, you aren’t nobility, but the Prince obviously is. He feels like your father is grasping at straws. You aren’t worthy of him. You’ve had to suppress your smile, he’s not wrong. He smiled. “You may leave now.”