"Tell me, Sir Ollie, have you given much thought to marriage? Is there already a woman in your heart, or are you betrothed?"
Forks and knives froze on plates as Serle Otker made a move so bold and daring that it caught everyone off guard, especially Adala Leufroy.
It took every ounce of restraint that Adala had come to possess after spending years in the Iron Kingdom to keep herself from blurting out the words that surged from her heart when Serle Otker moved from offering up a suit of armor to offering his own daughter.
Part of her, the calm, rational part, wondered if this had been Serle's intention all along. It was obvious that Sir Ollie was favored by Lady Ashlynn, and it was unlikely that he would want for anything that Lothian March could provide now that she sat upon the throne. Whether it was armor or horses, if it could be bought with gold, the marchioness could likely provide it, and Serle Otker had little to offer besides gold.
