He deflates a little. 

Bah. The boy is young and in love. There is a cunning means for dealing with this. It is called a wife. 

She will convince the Kreel girl to have a real wedding. They still have some of the family jewellery, do they not?

She takes Ambrose's hand quickly, but not so quickly as to seem impertinent, and flees with him. 

Outside the room she takes stock, very quickly. 

Something about that made no sense. Clearly, there's something she doesn't understand here. So - more information. 

Carefully, she lets out a shaky sort of sigh. Looks at Ambrose in a vulnerable way. It's easy to let a little real feeling bleed through. 

He sighs and runs a hand down his face. “I am sorry. My father is… difficult, but he is completely harmless. I am certain that it is only because they approve of you so much that they are behaving like this.”

She catches his hand and holds it in hers.

Is it that Lord Deneith requires that his children pretend not to fear him? Why? They even have to keep up the pretence in private?

...Something really isn't right here. It... doesn't make sense for Ambrose to have done what he just did. 

"Is that... typical?"

“Him being difficult? Yes.” He mutters as he leads her down the hallway. “But you have nothing to fear, he wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

He stops when they are far away enough from the drawing room, taking her in. “Galora, we can just tell them, you know. They would understand, and they would want to help.”

...She's backed into a corner, isn't she. 

She looks up at Ambrose. 

He knows. He knows more than enough, if she's made the wrong gamble. 

She's not exactly losing any more, is she. 

If she's made the wrong choice, this can't actually go any worse. 

No no no if Ambrose tries anything against Father he'll die if she gets his family involved they'll be crushed too- 

-why can't they just do as she tells them-

-in terms of the actual truth it's probably the case that-

-for now, here, she actually is safe-

-Apparently her body is going to completely ignore her and inexplicably react to this situation by drawing her arms in too tightly and forgetting how to breathe.