"I don't want you to think you're the reason things went sour between me and Lord Levaton. That was completely my fault."
Mauve nodded wondering if the Lord and his daughter also thought that or did they hate her. It was annoying to make enemies without even trying.
"I thought he wanted to marry his daughter."
Jael frowned, staring at her weirdly. "Where did you get this idea from?"
"I figured. I am not wrong, am l?"
"You're not," he said. "I don't want to. As I keep saying, we didn't have that kind of relationship. I could never make her my mate."
"Okay." She believed his words. "Can you fix it?" She asked.
"Fix what?"
"Your relationship with the Lord."
"I'm not obliged to."
"Jael, you just admitted this was your fault. The next step is to fix it."
He narrowed his eyes, "I only did that because you had this absurd thought that you were to blame and I wanted to convince you otherwise."
