Joseph froze on the spot. "You mean? An engagement? To—to Russia?"
In fact, as early as half a month ago, Talleyrand had submitted a report to him regarding a marriage alliance with Russia. It was just that when Eman was sorting the report, he had been unsure whether it should go under diplomacy or domestic affairs, and in the end had stuffed it into the "Royal Affairs" folder.
And during this period, Joseph had been busy fighting a war and had had no mind at all to deal with the trivial affairs of the royal family, so he still had not read that report.
Seeing her son's expression, Queen Mary only thought he was too happy, to the point that his mind had gone blank, so she smiled and took his arm.
"I know you like her, but because you have always been busy with affairs of state, you never managed to propose to her. But you are already seventeen. Your marriage cannot be delayed any longer, so after discussing it with your father, I decided to help you..."
Joseph's mind was not blank at all right now. Instead, it was running overclocked. A Russian Princess—that meant Alexandra or Yelena. Since his mother had mentioned "you like her," it should be someone he had met, which meant—it was Alexandra.
He was a little dazed.
That little princess was not even eleven yet! How were they supposed to marry?
Besides, where had his mom seen that he liked her?
Thinking up to this point, realization suddenly dawned on him.
Right. He had once mentioned that he did not want to marry a princess who was a close relative.
Then, looking around the royal families of Europe, among the great powers, it seemed only the Romanov Family met the conditions.
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