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Piers of Mindelan
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"So you want to marry my daughter?" Piers questioned the young man.
"Yes Sir," Domitan said. He looked very nervous with his slicked-back hair, stiffly pressed tunic, and thoroughly shined boots. Dom reminded Piers of himself, when he met Lady Ilane's father.
"Don't be so nervous, boy," Piers chuckled. Dom smiled slightly at this. He launched into a speech that sounded prepared. Piers let him babble.
"Baron Piers, I care greatly for your daughter. I know that it would mean the world to both Kel and I if you would give your blessings."
Piers smiled; he liked this boy already.
"Domitan, Keladry's heart is her own. I cannot give her to you. But if she should choose you, lad, she has my approval."
"Thank you, Sir," Dom said, rising. His bright blue eyes were feverish. He strode out the door with purpose, leaving Piers to ponder his youngest daughter's impending engagement. He watched out a window as Dom caught up with Kel near the stables. He took her hands in his and dropped to bended knee.
"What are you doing?" Ilane asked, coming to his side.
"I'm watching Keladry and our future son-in-law." Ilane came and looked out the window in time to see Kel drop down to Dom's arms. As the two shared passionate kisses, some of the younger grandchildren danced around them, cheering.
Piers squeezed his wife's hand.
"That I should live to see such happiness."