Call me daddy

Cleora's lips curved into a knowing smile. "I see," she murmured, clearly enjoying the flustered reaction from her daughter.

Meanwhile, Jolthar stood to the side, utterly surprised by Cleora's declaration. He hadn't expected her to say such a thing and, even more, to mean it. Her composure and confidence left him both impressed and slightly uneasy.

The idea of marrying her hadn't fully crossed his mind until now, and even then, it was more of a strategic notion—a way to gain more influence and rights over the barony.

Yet, standing there, seeing her elegance and conviction, he found himself unsure of what to feel. Cleora was, undeniably, a stunning woman, and her reputation as one of the most sought-after baronesses was well earned. Lords from across the continent had flocked to her doorstep, vying for her hand.