"Father, I want this marriage."
I peered at Marquess Ross straight in the eye. His brows rose, surprised by my sudden intervention.
"If you are truly thinking of my best interest, then let me marry the man of my choosing," I asserted without looking away from him, clutching my skirt even tighter. "I want to marry the Grand Duke of Esmond. If not him, then my life means nothing."
There was a moment of silence in the room as Marquess Ross and I stared at each other. I swear to the goddess I will slit this man's throat if he continued on interfering. He shouldn't have planned to marry me off in the first place if he would change his mind.
My life would be easier if he let me alone with Melanie, Marsella's nanny, on the outskirt of the capital. In there, I could move freely. But this damn poison had to arrange Marsella to marry and now he was backing down? I wouldn't let them have it their way this time.
"Marsella."
