The next morning, her eyes felt as though heavy logs of wood were tied to her lashes, and no matter how hard she tried, her eyes wouldn't open more than a peek.
Crust filled the corners of her eyes from all the crying she had done before bed. She tried to stop crying but no matter what she did, the tears wouldn't stop flowing.
It was supposed to be joyous, but all she could recall was the earlier days she had met Caius and how she had been terrified of him harming her or her family.
Things were very different now, but there was a time when it wasn't so, when he had taken joy in humiliating her. She still thought he enjoyed doing so until very recently. To ask her to marry him felt like a slap in the face.
She wanted to look only at the romantic part. Caius would be going against tradition, his mother, and the lords of Velmount if he truly wanted to marry her. But at the same time, this wasn't some fairytale, and he couldn't just slap marriage onto this.
It wouldn't fix the past.
