Eira looked at her father with a confused expression. "What do you mean I have to find a suitor? You told me I could think about marriage at my own time... You- you said I could be queen and didn't need any man but you."
Gareth averted his daughter's gaze, "you can still be queen princess, I still support your dream of ruling entirely. I just feel that now is the time to find someone to help you achieve that dream."
"But father-"
"It is already decided princess, please don't make this any harder than it needs to be, this is not a death sentence, you're merely taking the time to find a good man for yourself."
Eira was wide eyed in shock by her father's words, this was crazy, why did she suddenly have to find a husband?
"Why are you doing this?" Eira asked in a tone that broke her father's heart into a million pieces. "Is the council putting pressure on you to have an heir to the throne?"
"Of course not honey," Gareth responded. "My decision has nothing to do with the council."
