Later, a golden handle twists. Then, a white wooden door swings open, revealing Oliver standing in the hallway. He peeks through the doorway before stepping inside.

     The great magnitude of the room immediately greets Oliver. He gasps in awe, seeing how spacious the room is. His gaze travels along the white-painted walls with elaborate gold outlines. Beneath his feet, dark wooden floorboards stretch out, complemented by a plush white fur mat positioned elegantly by the doorway. Above, a lit chandelier hangs from the ceiling, shimmering with silver linings embedded with pearls.

     A delighted smile tugs across Oliver's face as he comprehends the room's size. He shifts his attention to the left, where a shiny full-body mirror stands below shelves with potted daisies, whose white petals and golden-yellow pollen add a touch of nature inside the room. A well-crafted portrait of himself hangs on the wall, capturing his dashing and handsome appearance.

     Oliver's gaze slowly drifts to the centre of the room, where his eyes spot three arched windows adorned with curtains mirroring the hues of summer leaves. Directly in front of him, a broad canopy bed lies. The pearl-white mattress lies smooth and unblemished, decored with three blank pillows reminiscent of fluffy sunlit clouds, and on the bed's sides are wooden nightstand drawers. Oliver's smile widens further, unable to contain his delight.

     Gradually, Oliver turns his head to the right, where a large dark brown wardrobe and a bookshelf overflowing with books and novels catch his eye. As his gaze continues to explore, he discovers a desk strewn with a sea of letters scattered around. A hint of concern touches Oliver's expression, but he neglects the feeling aside as he fully enters the bedroom, leaving the door wide open.

     Oliver pulls a chair and sits on it. He grabs one letter from the ocean of mail. Then, he carefully tears its edge open, taking the paper inside. Oliver sighs before reading the letter's texts.

"...Dear Oliver Podeshire. I write to you with a proposition of utmost importance. Will you be willing to accept my wedding proposal between you and my beloved daughter? She is not only well-taught in the finest arts and etiquette but also possesses a rare talent for dancing that has enchanted audiences. Her culinary skills are also exceptional, having been honed under the guidance of renowned chefs, resulting in delectable creations that delight the senses," Oliver read. He then sighed, taking another letter before he began reading. "...Greetings, good sir. Your presence and esteemed qualities have caught our attention, and we believe that a marriage between you and my daughter would be a harmonious match. Our family is distinguished, tracing our bloodline to the legendary millionaires of Asbranne. We firmly believe that this union would not only strengthen our familial ties but also create a legacy of prosperity and values."

     Oliver placed the two letters aside. He then grabbed another one with a glare on his face. He then rested his eyes shut.

"I was a biological son of a wealthy man. Now, I am adopted by another wealthy man. I don't need your wealth," he remarked. Then, he opened the letter and started to read. "Dear sir. Are you looking for a beautiful yet genius and kind bride? I have three daughters to choose from. The first one is..."

     Oliver couldn't finish reading as the situation dragged his will to speak. Frustrated, Oliver tossed the paper over his shoulder. He then shut his eyes and placed his palms before his mouth, resting his elbows on the desk. It was a moment of silence for Oliver before he took another letter.

"Dearest Remaining Podeshire, I write to you with the most sincere intentions, introducing my daughter, who seeks a man worthy of her love. It brings me great joy to inform you that you are considered the perfect match for her. She has admired you from afar, captivated by your integrity and qualities. I implore you to consider choosing her and embark on a journey of love and companionship..." Oliver read the paper. He then continued grabbing another one after putting the other letter aside. "Dear Sir Podeshire. I hope this letter finds you in good spirits. It is with great pleasure that my wife and I reach out to you with a formal marriage proposal. We intend to arrange a union between you and our beloved daughter..."

     Millions of rapid heartbeats smash through Oliver's ribs. It fuels his annoyance as his eyebrows furrow. He then takes another mail and reads the letter.

"...Dear Oliver Podeshire. I humbly ask you if you could take my single daughter. She is good in mathematics and literature and has plenty of skills," Oliver's words trembled as he spoke. "Dear Oliver Podeshire. Would you be so kind as to accept my daughter's request to marry her?"

     Oliver's eyebrows went deeper until they met each other. His breath became unsteady, and he felt a knot around his chest. As his pupils contracted, Oliver resumed reading the other letters, his words hurried.

"Dear Oliver Podeshire. Are you willing to accept this kind invitation for your marriage proposal between you and my daughter?" Oliver threw away the mail and took one last letter. He then read but cut his words as his eyes flooded with tears. "Dear Podeshire. Are you interested in a marriage proposal?—"

     Suddenly, Oliver slammed his forearms on the table as he rose, causing his seat to tumble across the floor. He then gathered all the letters in the centre, piling every mail. He clenched his teeth as his brows further furrowed.

     Wheezing, Oliver's swift, laboured breath was out of control. Oliver then put his right fist to his shoulder and sliced his hand through the air. He instantly summoned fire, causing a spark on a paper.

     The fire spreads to the rest of the letter, consuming every paper. The desk soon becomes a flaming torch. The blazing fire in front of him causes the tears in his eyes to glisten as he watches every mail burn into ashes.