"Father, I told you I don't want to marry Ferdinand."
She raised her tone, perhaps for the first time in years, raising her voice like this when speaking to her father.
Not to mention Duke Ferdinand already has someone he loves; their union is destined to be merely a political marriage. She has never considered marrying him and having children; such a life as a court lady was never what she wanted.
Moreover, she had already promised the Captain to go to his world.
"Say that again!"
The air seemed to freeze into ice.
Facing the stern gaze of the Prince-Elector, sharp as a hawk's, Viviana, for the first time, met it without flinching: "I said I won't go to Vienna, nor will I marry Ferdinand, or anyone else."
"Ha, your courage does surprise me, my daughter."
