I still sat by the door with my back against it. I just came back to reality after rethinking the past. We have consistently urged Vincent to marry a woman since he started getting taller and looking older. The maids talked about trying to marry Vincent, and it bugged me. They would always yell at me if I looked at him a certain way and glared at me when I pulled him close. Lately, the maids have been ripping us apart from each other. We no longer sleep in the same bed, dress, read, or play together. We can only talk at dinner, and sometimes he will come to my room to talk to me alone. I hated being separated from him, but... he wanted to do what his father told him to. He wants to keep his promise, so he is. I can't be mad at him for following his word.