"Can I ask about the reason?" Kaisar inquired, his tone both curious and cautious.
Barbara paused, her thoughts swirling. "It's not what either of us wants," she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kaisar felt a pang in his heart at her words. "Then why doesn't the lady dissolve it herself? Why seek help from me?" he challenged, crossing his arms defiantly.
Barbara bit the inside of her lip, frustration bubbling beneath her composure. Didn't he understand? Her father had already contacted Lord Noble and agreed to this marriage, sealing her fate with an iron grip. She remembered her father's warning, delivered with a steely resolve: if she stepped out of line, Lord Noble would ensure they all regretted it.
How could she allow herself to be dragged into the clutches of such a dangerous man? The irony was almost laughable: she would be wed into this family.
