Mirelah;
I stare blankly at Kealith, at a loss for words. I understand him, and his points are very valid, but I never planned on forcing Darven to do anything. Azra is a beautiful young lady, and most men would be happy to have her at their side.
I, for one, have seen the dozens of men who have been gawking at her since the ceremony began. I was thinking Darven would be happy to have her… Not like she's a prize or item. I just…
"Mirelah, do you understand what I am saying?" Kealith pushes, and I sigh.
"I…"
My words are cut short when Father walks onto the podium, and I raise a brow at him. He and my sisters have already presented their gifts. Is something wrong?
"Father…" I greet him with a soft bow as he approaches, and he smiles sweetly at me. However, he completely ignores Kealith, who also greeted him. When is this feud going to end?
"My dear, may I please have a moment of your time?" He says to me, and my brows crease.
"Now?" I question in bewilderment, and he nods.
