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         Felicia looked up at the mention of her name. "I believe I may have a solution to your problem about your father asking marriage," Felicia gently folded her book closed, curious as to Darius's plan.

"Go on."

"Your father explicitly said he didn't care who you married, and I know for a fact you do not wish to have to put up with any potential suitors who would either show up on their own accord or through your father. So my solution is simple. You and I marry. I already look after you, know your likes and dislikes, and have no real desire to see any friction between you and your father because of a silly outdated worldview. The marriage would be purely for your benefit, life for us would continue on as normal, and if someone came along who you fancied, I could instantly step aside for them... And I must say, this idea is sounding sillier and sillier as I say it. Forget it, it was an idea made on a whim."

Felicia nodded trying to process what Darius had just proposed. She looked at Darius. His words were true enough, whether or not marriage would work between them was another matter entirely. The entire thing was utter madness, wasn't it? Darius himself had already dismissed the idea. Felicia returned to her book although she found she couldn't really concentrate on it, mulling the whole marriage thing over in her head, "I'll bear your proposal in mind Darius." She heard herself say. She thought about what she just said, "I didn't mean for it to sound like that, I meant I'll keep the idea in mind, not the idea that you would be proposing, which would be strange, like you said. And I'm just going to stop talking now," She said, feeling her cheeks heating up as she returned to her book.