First message
Lord Croyso paced back and forth in the drawing room, his cold gaze flicking to his daughter then back at the floor as he paced. He lived. Congratulations, brat, you actually get a husband. I hope your pleased with yourself. He stopped, walking up to her and gripping her arm hard enough to bruise. That knight survived and came back stronger than ever. But now he has the proposal of a princess in his pocket. He slapped her across the cheek. If you had done better on your wedding night the thought of another marriage would have never been considered. You are useless. He leaned closer to her ear, his grip tightening. You better make this marriage work. If you screw this up there will be no where safe for you. Do you understand?