"Not yet, but I have confidence in my men that they will discover its whereabouts soon and then I will go to retrieve it."
"You mean us right."
He said nothing. Then he walked over to her side, closing the gap between them.
"Enough talk about the chaos orb, I brought you here to talk about a more pressing concern."
"Which is?" she asked when she detected a brief hitch in his voice.
"I thought it was understood that I want to make you my wife but I will not take you by force. I will have your consent on the matter soon."
Fiona laughed, "you can't be serious, as much as I am flattered by your proposal. I'm just eighteen. I'm young and I'm by no means ready to get hitched."
"Perhaps in your world women can decide when to marry but in this reality women get married very young and if they reach your age and aren't married yet a lot of the negative is assumed."
"I do not concern myself with the opinions of others," she said stoutly.
