"It is her King who had made this match for her, and with an honourable man at that. Who is she to complain?" The King was being for real right now, and Cass wanted to stomp up those stairs and smack him.
He resisted, for now, because that wouldn't make for as satisfying of an end for him. Cass heard the soft, panicked intake of Lady Ava behind him. Fiona made a soft, soothing noise in turn, and Cass let out a sigh.
"Who is she to complain? She has every right to complain. She isn't just 'some' woman, my King. She's our Saintess. You are saying you want to marry off our Saintess to some random man? Without her consent? Did you consider what that would do to not just your Kingdom, but to the common folk? Did you not consider how the gods would react to that?" Another round of gasps as the King, dismissively, waved his hand.
