"How many women have slept with this man? Does he want to marry? Will he accept a wife in his home? These are all questions i need to know the answers to, Father. Otherwise, i will not even consider him." She said, rebelling.
"I don't know how many women he's had. I don't care how many women he's had. He was the one pushing for this marriage, and darling, don't even think of refusing him. He is a very powerful man." Lord Micahel said, frustration in his face.
"Do I know him?"
"Yes. He's Gabriel, your friend."
"I haven't seen Angel in over 5 years! Since when is he a powerful man?" Ayla was incredulous. How many people had an arranged marriage with their childhood bestfriend? Not many, that was for sure.
"Since he became the Duke of Warrington. His father died just over 2 years ago. He would have been what, 22? Old enough to take over the reigns for his father."
"Why didn't you tell me?!" Ayla exclaimed. She felt really bad now, not having known about her friends suffering.
"You were in the middle of training. I didn't want to distract you."
"You know that I wouldn't have been distracted! He was my best friend, and now he probably thinks I'm heartless for not going to the funeral."
Ayla was distressed. Her best friend, the only one who liked her for herself and not her title, probably hated her guts.
"No, i gave him an explanation. He was very understanding. It seemed like another person was in the body of the hotheaded young man i remember."
"When is he getting here?" She demanded.
"In about a month. He has to arrange for the Manor to be cleaned and everything."
 BookWurm21 · Sat Nov 22, 2008 @ 09:41pm · 2 Comments |
