Prince Casper

“I win.” You say to my father. “Now, your daughter is free to choose her own husband.” “Actually, she's not." my father snapped. "She either marries you or goes back up for bids.” I watch as your lips thin angrily, then you throw your money pouch into the pile and stand up. “Keep it. I'll marry her but you'll never see her again or approach me for more funds." you then take my hand and lead me out of the poker room.