“My lord,” she said quickly, “I must first ask a question. Why would you have your forester marry me? Should you not allow him to choose?” “He has already chosen.” The margrave’s voice was cool and expressionless. “He wishes to marry you. And I wish to grant him his desire – if you are as worthy as he thinks you are.” Jorgen was still red faced, but he was staring at her with that vulnerable look she could never resist, the look that was melting her heart. “Marry me, Odette.” Her.”
