Maybe she was dull? She hadn't actually ever realized at one point that Victor had been trying to imply this was about anyone other than himself. She knew he was starting to look and wasn't necessarily like he had actually ever asked her what she wanted. If he had, maybe they wouldn't still be here. Her ideal partner was maybe someone of the academic type. Not someone illusive like their father but just quite. Happy to stay home and read. Not someone who'd force her to dress up and play a part. Victor seemingly wanted something very different.

"Wait you found someone already?" She felt her gut clinch and her hands dropped into her lap, gripping tightly on the fabric of her dressing robe. How could she be such a failure? How had he managed something she'd struggled with for three years in a matter of months? "Then why are you asking me?" Her words were choked, tone hinting the creeping panic setting in as the second half of his statement flew over her head. She wanted to run. Leave the table and go back to her room where it was her space and safe.