An Unexpected Romance

An Argument

The formalities that Selina's father had with Andrew, a man clearly of rich blood. Too rich to be simply referred to as "Andrew" or "Andy".

"He's a prince? Father! Why? Why would you do this? What would Mamma—"

"Your mother is dead! She's not here to make this decision! We don't have the money! You can't stay here. I can't support you," Selina's father cut her off, his voice raised quickly. Just like it always does now.

"You can't support me? Or you don't want to? I knew you hated me, why did I think now would be any different? Since Mamma died, promises were never your strong suit. Mamma died, and so did you. Honestly, why should I care that my father is going to marry me off to a man I never met? A man who is most likely not a fair match for a peasant like me. What were you thinking? You—"

"Selina. You will marry that man. You will not question this. Your mother is dead, and so am I. I don't care. You know what? I don't want to support you. You have brought me nothing but pain since she—" he struggled. Selina looked at her father.

"You know, the death of a loved one gets easier when you have them to look at through yourself. Perhaps if you felt the same way, I wouldn't be in this mess. To think you would ever protect me from a loveless marriage," Selina took a deep breath before she turned her back on her father. She left him outside. Simmering. While she bravely faced the Prince in her dinning room.

"My Prince. You've wasted your time. I will not be marrying anyone. Least not a prince who could care less for a peasant like me," Selina walked away from the Prince as well. A look of confusion on his face, his eyes followed her up the stairs.

He smiled. Perhaps this is a women for him after all.