Page 7 of The Viscount Needs a Wife (All for Love #2)

My headaches continue, I am tired and listless, and my concentration continues to be poor since the accident. My missing memories also continue to elude me. I think I dream them sometimes, but when I wake, the dreams evaporate like mist before I can capture them. It is very frustrating.

My father is pressuring me about an alliance with the Godfrey family. He has been friends with the Earl of Grenville since they were at school together and nothing would give him greater pleasure, so he tells me, than to see the two houses united.

Lady Damaris Godfrey is a well enough looking girl, she has nice manners, there is nothing in her appearance or demeanor to repel, and yet I cannot muster an inclination.

If I am honest, I do not care. I must marry someone, I suppose. I am eight and twenty. The earldom needs an heir if the name is to be carried on, for I have no brothers and am unlikely to at this late stage. My mother is gone, and father is showing no signs of wanting to replace her.

I know not the source of my reluctance, unless it is this damned lethargy that dogs me. I have no appetite for anything much these days. I am not myself. I wonder if I ever will be again.

I am forced to conclude that father is right. To continue in this fashion is unacceptable. I need to be getting on with my life. I shall offer for Lady Damaris. It will keep my father happy, if nothing else.

It is the least I can do for giving him such a fright. My disappearance was hard on him. It turns out that we had some difference of opinion prior to it, though my father refuses to discuss the subject of the disagreement. He says what is done is done, and he will not revisit it.