Freya practically slumped down in her seat once Adrian had given his opinion on the matter. What should she have expected? Of course he was going to tell her to speak to her father about the truth. He did have a point - this was her home after all. Thinking to last night that James had to resort to climbing the foliage outside her window so they could spend time together was not her ideal situation. Nodding, she gave a soft sigh. They were really doing this, it seemed. Glancing over towards James once he began to speak, she gently bit her lip. "Y-Yeah, I know..." Freya stood, and cleared her throat. "Well then, let's...do this."
The walk to her father's study seemed to be a longer one than usual. Her news were always happy ones when she walked through the halls, pushing the heavy doors open and seeing her father deftly working through his business for the day. She wasn't delivering unhappy news by any means, but she certainly wasn't going in with as much confidence as she had once done with her acceptance letter to her father in the dining room in what felt like so long ago. Knocking on the door, she glanced between James and the door before her father's voice called for them to enter.
There he sat, the master of the house looked up and his eyebrows rose slightly, surprised to see James beside his daughter on her visit. "Well, well. Not the guests I would think to receive this afternoon." Marking his place in his work, he set it aside to give the pair his attention. "Go ahead, Freya."
Nodding, she straightened her posture and cleared her throat once more. "Right. W-Well. Daddy, it's about the partnerships. I want to continue with them as our partners, it's just...I don't want to pursue any of them romantically."
"Is there something wrong with them, Freya? You've been seeming to get along with them up until this point. Did something happen at the party?" He asked, some concern showing in his aged features.
"N-No! Nothing like that! Well...maybe with one..." She grumbled and shook her head. "Anyway, no. I don't want to be with them romantically because I..." She glanced towards James. "B-Because I...I want to be...with James.." As if anticipating something terrible, she began quickly speaking again. "I-I don't care that he isn't from some really big family, because he makes me happy. He's so wonderful to me all the time, Daddy. Even when he isn't working. He's kind, and sweet, and...and.." She paused, realizing she was rambling, her cheeks growing hot.
A small silence filled the room before her father simply gave a hearty laugh. "Ah! I see, I see. Well. It warms my heart to hear you speak with such conviction, my dear. However - I am your father and even though I do want you to be happy you simply cannot drag James into our affairs. You are the heir to a business. A business that relies on your every decision." Turning his attention towards the young man beside his daughter, he raised an expectant eyebrow. "So, James. What are your wishes? I do hope my daughter hasn't talked you into going along with her wishes to run from her duties or anything of the like..?" As much as he wanted to go along with what Freya was saying, he needed to hear both parties and understand how this was to come together. He had no doubt about James' capabilities to adapt - that was what his duty had been up until this point.