<div style="text-align: justify;">Carlota had taken care of her appearance for this dinner. She didn't want to marry the Captain, or to please him in any way, but she was prudent. Her mind worked fast, and it told her clearly that pleasing the Captain was a necessity. His threats in case she chose not to marry him - as she had not interpret those as options - were still fresh in her mind, so she decided she should be on her best behavior. For the rest of her life, if needed.<br/><br/>Walking over to her chair, Carlota nodded, thanking him softly. A part of her was really grateful for him to instruct her on how things should be. If this was done properly, her mother or another female figure of authority in the family should teach her everything about proper wifely behavior. As it was, she had to count on her husband to be to do so.<br/><br/>"I will behave properly", the young woman murmured, keeping her gaze on the table. She was completely unsure of whether or not she would feel comfortable calling him by his first name, but it had to be done. <br/><br/>She looked up when he said he knew she didn't love him. If it had not been for the fear she had, Carlota would probably have laughed. "I cannot promise I will love you, Captain, for it is not mine to promise. But I can promise I will be a proper and respectful wife, and should it please God to bless us with children, a loving mother to each of them", the young woman murmured softly. She then nodded when he said the seamstress would be by to start on the wedding dress. "Very well, Captain. I shall wait for her".</div>