Mariella sniffed, taking a large sip of the wine to try and quell her unhappiness at what Lord Edger was suggesting. He was young though, compared to her and once the others on the Council discovered what he thought they could not doubt change his mind.
"There are many pretty young women here tonight, and I'm sure there are other place you could meet someone eligible." The council, thought she didn't like to suggest it. That werewolf was dangling his daughter like bait for any man who would jump, but the witches were not in any way so terrible and Mariella could easily imagine a close attachment forming. She would rather that, then have to become vulnerable to new families with new ideas and allegiances.