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Myrcella was not a happy camper. Ever since Gwendolyn Bochanan had informed her that her Father had married her off in his will, she was just beside herself. It wasn't long ago that Myrcella had gotten her Mother's permission to marry Titus Phane once he had gained knighthood, lands and title. But now? Now she was sworn to duty and just accept it.
As fates would have it, her bethrothed had arrived to the Bochanan Estate on the very day that her Mother had gone through the will. Richard Henry the Eighth was his name. Sure he seemed nice and all, but this was so not fair!! Didn't he have his own plans for marriage that didn't involve her? Couldn't they just both say no?
The answer to that was simple. They couldn't. The politics of nobility and tradition wouldn't allow it.
Myrcella stood at the top of one of the landings in the Estate, her arms folded on top. Her chin was rested on them as she just puzzled over the situation and what to do about it. And that was when she spotted Richard down below. Was she to be bothered if he saw her sulking? No, not really. Surely he understood the shock that she was in. Maybe he felt the same way as her.
As fates would have it, her bethrothed had arrived to the Bochanan Estate on the very day that her Mother had gone through the will. Richard Henry the Eighth was his name. Sure he seemed nice and all, but this was so not fair!! Didn't he have his own plans for marriage that didn't involve her? Couldn't they just both say no?
The answer to that was simple. They couldn't. The politics of nobility and tradition wouldn't allow it.
Myrcella stood at the top of one of the landings in the Estate, her arms folded on top. Her chin was rested on them as she just puzzled over the situation and what to do about it. And that was when she spotted Richard down below. Was she to be bothered if he saw her sulking? No, not really. Surely he understood the shock that she was in. Maybe he felt the same way as her.