"Go on, I'll talk to your father about Brian tonight.
You should stop arguing with your father, it only makes him more hostile to Brian. Maybe you should take some time to learn how to control a man from me.."
Susan rolled her eyes and hurried off.
The twin guns at her waist were more eloquent than any words, she had no interest in learning her mother's theories.
...
The castle watchtower.
Dean looked gloomily at the distant coastline, wiping a shotgun thicker than a normal arm.
Although he had known his "little cabbage" Susan would drift away from him ever since she brought that pretty boy home last time, her request to help the pretty boy deal with some radicals at NW for a meaningless institute still depressed him.
It was already like this without marriage, would it be the end if they were to marry?
Suddenly.
