"Okay, Shadowfell was invited to a celebration that included twenty kings in a public setting where you, father, facilitated a conversation of a marriage between myself and one of them, without giving me any kind of warning in advance, and one where they called out what they would pay for me until there were two left, and Maddox won after tossing you an urn and filling the hall with chests of gold."
Renwick didn't blink. "I did not raise you to speak on emotion, daughter. You and I both know that is an exaggeration of what actually occurred."
"Sure, Father," she said with warmth. "How about we call it an unplanned spousal acquisition event where Maddox assertively presented counter-financing for me in a competitive social environment?"
"Let me guess," Kael deadpanned. "Maddox said something devastatingly cocky while doing it. He did, didn't he? Your face gives you away, Wolf Girl. He did."
