"When those peasant girls are powdering themselves and enjoying love, when those court maids are discussing which knight is worthy of their attention, exchanging love letters, as the Marchioness of Winford, all I can do is wait for other great nobles to come and propose, even though my father has repeatedly emphasized that my happiness is important too. But how could I not know, as a Marchioness, that in the whole Kingdom, there are only a dozen or twenty candidates to choose from, and among them, I don't fancy a single one," Surya said sorrowfully, "I never believed in eloping either."
"Indeed." Laine nodded silently. The dream of a legitimate daughter of a great noble for marital freedom was just that, a dream. And Surya, having inherited Francois' exceptional political wisdom, had received an excellent education from a young age, therefore having high standards. She not only hoped her husband would be a Holy Grail Knight, but she also had many other conditions.
