Hating Her King
her table, grabbed a parchment and sa
wr
strong and wealthy, and even though I do not care for those, Mother says it is best if
gigg
aybe a little younger than Eric, but like Eric, a man already. He is
too curious to sit still. I want to know him; to hear his voice and know what my prospective husband thinks of me. I cannot b
nal proposal is made. And is it also not strange that I have a betrothed, but Beth does not? Why does she have no
ng. It should not h
hall remain unnoticed and learn as much
be as this family, and as fortunate with a happy life as mother and father, and children that would bring
all build together?! I suppose I am. It
My groom awaits!
he parchment on the table, and walked out of the
the walls so no one would notice her – or her shadow. She wanted to know what was being discussed, what kind of future awaited her. Although it was her life, she knew the men made all the decisions, still she wou
had come loose and creaked in response to every of her movement, but she was determ
ious as her, to find out of the happenings in the room. Gwen halted as soon as she saw Beth a
ce. Hiding behind the pillar was serving no purpose either for she wasn't close
ugh knowledge from the room. With a sly smile, Gwen slowly crept closer to her sister, taking refuge yet again behind another
not acce
s take
hint of anger that accompanied the refusal, Gw
Lord. This contract was drawn between you an
." The voice was unfamiliar. Pe
pull up dead flies. Th
s
le
he room with refreshments and until she exited, no word passed among the men. By the door, Beth shushed her with a finger acr
matters of her betrothal, why then did it seem a bit heated in the room?
ay in the present and in go
already ruine
as Eric, and he sounded dif
ract, Fitzgerald, because
so?" Her fathe
led herself even further into the s
One of which you are, and it was notarized by yours and
ises an alliance of two great families, I
way saying?! Two great families. Her family was a great o
come only Mrs. Grace. The draperies and the bedsheets had become frayed, but compared to others, they were
father yet spoke. "I assure you
t of Sorway. It was young and held a bit of aloofness. None else was in the room. None else but her betrothed. It was a sombre but proud, deserving of a man of h
ind them quite insulting and we would n
you about control?" The old
sta
g. In a few years the two names would always accompany each other, as too the bearers of the names. When she chuckled into
m deserving of the best and t
ur words, she is my sister and I do no
that not why we con
hy were his words harsh? If anything, should he not be on her side? She pre
tand. Is she your sister or i
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