Where do you draw the line between duty and love? Which do you put first? Which do you inevitably choose? Would you choose your family's line of duty to earn a sense of validation and power or do you choose what your heart craves, the desires that fills the gaping void? "Pheyno, Will you marry me?" Were all the words he needed to say to make these questions run rapid through her mind. What do I do? Better yet what should I do? The duties of carrying out what her family's name is notorious for weighs heavy on her shoulders but he weighs heavier on her heart.