Stubbornness

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Your gaze shifted from the sea to the landing docs as your palm rested under your chin, your elbow placed gently on the black wooden table beneath you. You were arriving in London for the first time since child birth and weren't all that psyched about it.

You were originally living in Scotland due to some family feud and reclaiming some noble thrown. Interestingly enough, you were the center of it all, your mother had given birth to you in England, London.

Something she didn't know when she and your father were conceiving you, was that he was the head of a infamous lineage and needed an heir as he was coming down with something non treatable at the time.

This meaning, you never really new your father; when you were old enough to understand he had been bedridden for some time and had been kept away from you most of the time. Though, being trained to be the next head of the Emberly family, took up most of your time anyway. He died then, shorty after you 9th birthday.

You only saw your mother once a day—twice on good occasions— you would see her in the evening when she wished you a goodnight and on those certain "occasions" you would see her in the morning where you would have breakfast together.

Usually though, she would be to busy setting up a nice brunch for her and some women who had been put in the same position as her, who had also given birth to continue a certain family bloodline. However, it's not like she was a bad mother, she constantly tried to be there for you whenever she could, there just sadly, wasn't enough time in the day; and when your father died, it seemed there wasn't time at all.

Now you were stepping off a boat onto the grounds of London because your significant other had been chosen already and you were on your way to finally meet him. Your mentors had went over the plan with you a million times, more if possible; so you had the exact idea of what to do and of what absolutely not to do...

Mess things up.

You went over than plan in your mind, the voices of other Winterwitch family members echoing in your head, like an old man listening to the same radio station play a certain song on an endless loop, hoping that every time it ends, a different song will play, but never does; and that man can't change it even if he wanted to.

The plan serged through your head, stay with him for a month, get to know him a little, then one day out of the blue he'll ask you to dress nicely because he will be taking you out, and on the outing he'll tell you to turn around and you'll listen with a happy smile on your face, because your exited. You'll hear the sound of him slowly start to bend one knee while he swiftly pulls out a black box with a ring perfect to your finger size and ask you to turn around.

Many people with gather to see this once in a life time opportunity and gape at the beautiful sight, "young love," they'll say and you will blush immensely, waiting for the exact moment he pops the not-so-long awaited question. You'll then pull him up by his hands and make him hug you as you do your absolute best to contain your excitement.

And you won't mess things up.

You won't. You told yourself repeatedly. You absolutely won't.

"Lady Y/n." Snapped you out of your thoughts. Your eyes shot up, but your body stay stiffened.

"The carriage is ready for your departure."