I get it. Your father didn`t love you, so you assume that no one else will either. And that`s why you compel people or you sire them or you try to buy them off, but that`s not how it works. You don`t connect with people, because you don`t even try to understand them.
“My friend, you had horses, and deed of arms, and the free fields; but she, being born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the match of yours. Yet she was doomed to wait upon an old man, whom she loved as a father, and watch him falling into a mean dishonoured dotage; and her part seemed to her more ignoble than that of the staff he leaned on.”