He was displeased.
I really had no idea why.
Maybe that was just his temperament. It'd be rude to assume he was angered if that was only his natural state.
His foot tapped on the floor the same way my father's would when he was impatient. The harsh clink of silverware sounded just like when my father was growing upset during a meal.
"Can you even see through that thing?" he asked. His voice sounded taut. I didn't like his voice.
I assumed he was referring to my veil. I nodded.
He tsked. My answer was clearly not enough.
I couldn't see how any girl could fall for a man so terrifying.
My hands shook. I couldn't stop them.
"What's wrong with you?!" Lord Sinclair bellowed.
I flinched, dropping my cutlery with a resounding clatter.
I didn't know what I did wrong.
My father was not a silent man, and I was always quick to learn what I did that angered him. But Lord Sinclair was not like my father in this way.
"Get out."
Gladly.
I doubted we'd be dining together again anytime soon.
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Garden of Starlight
RomanceAn arranged marriage to an infamously tyrannical lord sounds less of an escape and more like another prison sentence to Celestine. For someone that wants very little of life, she'd make well of this new life by doing what she did best: keeping her h...
