Chapter 314: A question

Sven ruffled his hair as he strutted through the silent hallways of the castle. His hand was on his hip, thinking of Octavian’s words before he left the duke’s chancery.

"What a strange father," he mumbled, looking back only to an empty and dimly lit hallway. "Goodness... he keeps asking my hand in marriage. I might think he wants to marry me himself."