Nora’s POV.
“No....” my breath hitched, shaking my head. “I will marry anyone of your choice except for him”.
“You will, darling” my father replied, his voice as sharp as a blade. “It’s not like he loves you, but his grandmother chose you and he had no other option than to agree”.
“His grandmother chose me? Why would she do that? I haven't even met her before. So, why me?” I asked, perturbed.
My father rose to his feet, walking round the cell. “Well, I have no idea. I am only acting upon her request” he replied nonchalantly.
“You are just acting on her request? So, you are telling me to marry a man I do not love – someone I have not seen before? Can’t you just say no?” I asked, my calm voice now slowly turning into a volcano.
“Love? You don’t have to love someone before yo
