third person
CORBYN SAT AT the long dinner table, across from his brother and sister, as he played with the lamb that sat cold on his plate.
Saskia and Ray were scolding Corbyn and talking to him about finding a wife, although he didn't listen. all Corbyn wanted to do was find someone he genuinely loved, and he wanted to have kids and lots of grandkids. he wanted to be happy.
"Corbyn, are you even listening to your father?" Saskia asked, upset.
"no, sorry what were you saying?"
"after dinner, you will be going to choose a wife, with general Avery's son, who picked all of the women out for you."
"oh, uh. okay."
dinner passed by quickly and Corbyn met with a short, curly headed boy, who bowed when he saw Corbyn.
"what is your name sir?" Corbyn asked, looking at him up and down.
"Jack, but please. we should not waste time on me."
Corbyn examined the girls carefully trying to decide who looked best.
"am i allowed to get to know these girls?"
"yes, sir, of course."
Corbyn grabbed the skinny girls hand and pulled her forward, toward him.
"what is your name?"
"my name is Christina."
"Christina, you will meet me in the Library, tomorrow at 11 o'clock in the morning."
"yes, sir."
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