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

ecame