"I have no idea either," said Chely. "But Jacques, I’m sure my father’s doing this for my own good. You know that I got no potential to become a knight, and that’s the comment from my training coach. I’m not good at running a business as well… I tried to put my hands on my family’s bank and I failed… My brother was quite pissed off."
"But you’re so good at other things…" Jacques tried to encourage his love, "The first time I saw you, you were sitting on the patio, reading a book… I can never forget that beautiful picture in my whole life."
"Except for my passion for reading, I haven’t achieved anything. I tried music, opera, painting, sculpture… but neither of them is my thing," said Chely depressingly, but then her tone got a bit more cheerful, "But you’re different, my love. You’re so versatile. Piano, painting, singing, swordsmanship… everything. You’re like the glorious sun."
