I will marry you

“What?! Five minutes? That's too short—”

“Your time starts now.” Roman cut her off, and Joan was about to protest again when her father's voice broke through.

“Who's this man, Joan, and what business do you have with him?”

“And who's asking?” Roman asked, turning away from Joan to face Mr. Elvin.

“I am her father.” He answered.

“Her father? The one ordering her to kneel and apologize to her oppressors?” Roman probed

“How did you know about that?” Joan asked, surprised because they had not arrived when her father told her to do that.

“Sweetheart, he wasn't whispering when he said it. I was right outside the door.”

“What I say to my daughter and how I correct her shouldn't concern you. She is my daughter, not yours.” Mr. Elvin said.

“Is she?” Roman asked, narrowing his eyes as he took slow steps toward the man. “Tell me, Mr. Elvin Connor, is she really your daughter? Because I see not even the tiniest bit of resemblance.” Roman uttered, catching sight of the shock that registered on M