"Oh I'm sure you'd like her, she is very hard to disagree with." He stated with a soft chuckle. As she opened the box he waited in anticipation. Her response made his mood even better.

Emmon beamed, yeah he didn't like being forced into marriage but since he had been thinking he should at least try and make it work. His grin lasted as she talked and sighed relieved. "This gives me hope. You have little idea how much I am relieved by your words." He said. Watching her look it over he nodded, he'd have to thank the servants for their help. For now though everything was going well. Hearing her question he nodded smiling some. "Yes of course, poetry is like a gift composed of your soul. It is more valuable than solid objects." His voice was soft he held up a hand and pulled up another chair seating himself and looking at her. Deciding he'd give her a gift every morning, perhaps a gift and something else, something as meaningful as a poem.