"Dad," Irene greeted her father desperately after being summoned to their family home.
This year, the summer tour around the duchy would be incomplete.
However, Arthur's attention wasn't on Irene; it was on the knight who had followed her into his room.
"Ask me..." Arthur stopped to wheeze. "To marry… my daughter."
"Sir?" Henry uttered, speechless.
Irene's mouth hung open in disbelief, but her father's expression seemed determined, and his eyes narrowed as if daring them to make him repeat himself.
"Lord Litharion," Henry began. "If you would do the honor of giving me your daughter's hand in marriage, I would be forever grateful and indebted to you."
"I want to see… my daughter wed before I go," Arthur explained, but he wheezed again. "A traditional Sunsto wedding."
He was pacified when Irene nodded, and his eyes drifted closed.
