Anyway, I know it can be awkward at first, but I’m a good man, Emilie. Or at least, I try to be. And I hope that we will become close. I promise to treat you well, and I hope you feel welcome here.” He seemed genuine, and my heart warmed a little to the idea of marrying him. Even at his age, I could still make out handsome features. I’d never been in love. I’d never felt that emotion that minstrels sang songs about and novelists wrote stories about. But maybe I could learn to love him.
