"I am not forcing you to do anything. The decision lies completely in your hands, if you want to lose the estate or give my son your daughter," Lord Mandeur shrugged.
"You are just taking advantage of this situation just to marry off your brute of a child who follows anything that wears a skirt!" Aella scoffed with disdain.
"You watch the words that come out of that pretty mouth of yours or else-"
"Or else what? Are you going to shut me up with your fists? You can do that because I will be glad to humble you in front of your men," Aella answered Jren, Lord Mandeur's son, who had stepped forward now.
His face faltered a bit and it was clear he had gotten scared by her words but he only gritted his teeth in response.
"You have little to no choice here, Baroness. You can definitely strengthen your family with a few more males," Lord Mandeur sneered.
