Arya entered her father’s room with dread in the pit of her stomach. “You sent for me, father”, she said softly as her father turned around on his seat. “You’re getting married the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow, you’ll meet your soon-to-be husband at your engagement party,” her father, Carl Miguel, said with an air that left no room for argument. Arya couldn’t believe her ears, she definitely wasn’t having it. “What?!”, she exclaimed. Carl lifted an eyelid at her. “Father, I just turned twenty, surely you can’t push me out to be with someone I do not know”, she said. “I’ll forgive you for talking back at me like that just this once, Arya", Carl said with a stern expression. “I am your child for crying out loud, your only daughter! And you’re pushing me off to be with a stranger?”, she asked, still unable to believe her ears. “This marriage is set in stone, there’s no need to shout”, Carl said nonchalantly, an impassive expression on his face. “I refuse this marriag
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