While Elizebeth and Melur followed the path that Anggerik gave her not long after she landed on the land, they met the two couples bickering in the middle of the road while blocking their walk. But the words that were uttered by the man triggered her at some point as deep as they went in their dark conversation.
"I don't care. You shall need to sire an heir."
"I don't want to," protested the girl.
"Well, you should. Because I say so."
Elizebeth couldn't hear the entitlement of the man any longer. He signaled Derrick to interfere and Derrick sprinted over as if he long-awaited the permission.
"I am capable of making my own decision, sir. I wish not to marry you. You are not my type." Rejected the lady brutally as she still struggled inside the hand of the man.
"How dare you-" The man raised his hand.