Robert looked at her, his hand running through her hair. He shrugged, "I don't get that either when we get sleep when we have a cold then wake up to just find ourselves tired again." He shrugged to that, "besides the point I don't get why your father doesn't let you choose who you marry."

He knew he was right in a way, "he doesn't control your life or anything else plus I don't think it was my status that enraged david either he probably didn't like me around you knowing he might have competition for your hand."