Why me count?
Once again, he found himself here in his father's office inside the mansion. Another dull speech, on another dull day being driven into Andrew's mind. "Are you even listening to me!" the old man exclaimed with an exasperated sigh. Giving his father a short nod of acknowledgement, he motioned for him to continue. The older man scoffed in reply, clearly knowing very well Andrew was not listening though he made no move to state so. "As I was stating, recently you have been rather outspoken. Every attempt at a marriage proposal that has been brought to us by other families of status you constantly dispute. Do you know what kind of image this places upon our family? Have you ever thought of anyone besides your greedy self!? Andrew this behavior is abominable! You even rejected that witch Diana! Someone I was sure would be to your unique taste. What with your insipient intrigue in the out dated uses of magic!" The older male spoke with an air of frustration about him.
As he paced the floor, Andrew did his best to remain passive in appearance as if not caring much for the subject. In truth he did not care for it at all, though his fathers frustration brought a faint feeling of happiness to Andrew that he had to keep from smirking. It was known well that he and his father had a less than caring relationship between them. Since he was young it mostly revolved around his father passively waving at him from over his paperwork without so much as a smile. All the while Andrew was forced to entertain guests, especially the visiting highborn ladies: each of which would be considered a potential bride to further his familial status in the future. However, each and every one of them was, in his honest opinion, a raging bore. They themselves concerned by not but their own societal ranking, and what colour of dress to wear in the morning.
Even Diana, a girl whom he had befriended at one point, seemed dreary and abysmal to deal with these days. "May I speak?" he asked, interrupting his father's tirade about never having grandchildren at which he rolled his eyes. Stopping his pacing, the older man froze and turned to Andrew and motioning for him to speak from behind the glare of his glasses. "Frankly father- "began Andrew as he chose his next words quite carefully. "I didn't take to those women because I fear they might squander the fortune or family has worked so hard maintain and gain. Buying lavish items with no practical use to us other than to look good. Now tell me you see any gain in such things?" he asked his father with a raised brown.
The old man put his hand to his chin in contemplation. What his son had stated was true, did he want his estate to fall into the hands of a greedy woman with an abominable attitude? No surely not, he would not voluntarily subject his family to such a disgraceful thing. "Then your suggesting what by this?" he enquired as to where his son might go with this. Andrew had to keep from smiling, knowing that he had finally won out for once. "I merely suggest that we use a low born girl. A shapeless ball of clay that we shape into exactly what we need her to be. You may not like it, but it's better than the alternative." At this the old man raised his own brow. "interesting, a puppet of sorts is it? Someone we can groom into the perfect lady and bride. Tell me son, do you have anyone in mind for such a position?" In reply, Andrew smiled and gave a chuckle "do I ever". All the while, in the confines of his mind he spoke "forgive me…Akko".