“They chose Serra.” said Liam, looking his cousin straight in the eye with a with a small smile playing on the corner of his lips and warm affection in his eyes.
The rest of his family looked at each other in confusion, but it was so obvious to him. Serra, a beautiful and smart young maiden of age sixteen. Pure and perfect, born to a small noble house and raised like a daughter by a prominent noble house. Serra had been raised, unknowingly by herself and perhaps even his mother, to be a great lady. She had the poise, elegance and patience while remaining strong. Liam told his family as much.
“And let’s be honest,” he added at the end, “The Grey’s would never marry Illyana to me. They like me and respect you both, but I’m far too unpredictable for their liking. Maybe they realized this would be the perfect way to join our households.”