Gavriella's brows dipped sharply and her face skewed with the unspoken question that neither sibling dare say. But their father wasn't stupid as he sighed and nodded his head at Andreas.
"These next few years you'll be learning much about politics. Even though my intentions are to have you marry Myla Allarrick, we are still going to host many ball where you'll need to mingle with other family's, and in particular, their daughters, to try to persuade them to have their daughters become a potential option as your future bride. A man must make himself readily available to these families and their daughters in such a way you'll be building up your own success when its your time to rule. Even if you do not end up wedding their daughters, a man's word holds value. Use it to your advantage. And that being said..."
And that's when Lord Marcell's eyes ventured to Gavriella.
"Your daughter is also of marriageable age. And she might, in fact, wed long before you. But for her, I plan to sniff out the best alliances through your own events and social exchanges. We have the benefit of you both being prized assets to those outside of our family circle, so you'll both do well to present yourself, especially you, Gavriella. I have a lot of ideas on who ought to be a good match for you. You're pretty, young and a virgin. All royal men will be tripping over themselves to have you. But i'll need you not to act like a silly girl when the time comes. There'll be balls for your coming out, naturally, as well as your bother, and you'll have to play the world coolly and keep a level head. This affects your own future, and that of our family line, and I need you both to be extra vigilante when pursuing your futures."
And his eyes when sharply from them both.
"Do you both understand?"
