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Damian-Betrothal Part 1

note:Lady Shiva is your mother, Damian is 19 you are 18, bonding is inspired by that ive seen in many daminetre fanfics, lowkey mother gothal vibes from shiva and she may be ooc but sry
literally no experience with writing fight scenes sooooooo
tws:kidnapping, forced relationships

Y/n POV:

"Mother, please, I do not wish to be bethrothaled to a practical stranger." My hand brushed against my forehead as I pushed my hair from my face. Mother on the other hand had perfect posture as she adjusted her weapons. Her calm posture showing her composed emotions that I had been taught to read from a young age.

"You will do as instructed. Besides he is no stranger. Both you and Damian grew up together for years." She adjusted her katana on her back, light reflecting off the handle from the high sun out the window.

Damian Al Ghul.

Mother and Talia Al Ghul had an arrangement when we both turn eighteen that we would be married. And now that my eighteenth birthday past this week it was time for that arrangement to come into play.

"Damian has not been apart of the League in nine years, nor has he wanted any association with it." I huffed silently as to not agitate mother anymore, for there would be consequences.

It's not as if I dislike Damian, but people can change in such a long time and it is that I do not wish for either of us to be forced into a binding marriage. Mother has told me of betrothed's who's marriage was bonded together forever by the Lazarus pit, and how if one were to be intimate with another both bonded would be in immense pain. And of others who grew closer from their bond and developed connections deeper than any ordinary relationship.

Mother looked downed at me, assessing my appearance for any flaws she did not approve of before she seemed satisfied and turned to exist 'my' new room. Which had been prepared for the marriage.

I raised my eyes to meet hers, deciding on taking a massive risk.

"No."

She paused at that. Turning back to face me. I adjusted my posture and tried to seem confident, even if I felt the exact opposite in her presence.

"No?"

She said the simple word like a question, but her gaze said the opposite. Anger radiating from her.

"No. I do not wish to be forced into a bonding marriage so I will not do so."

Even though I forced a confident tone the confidence did not spread through me. I was intimidated by Mother and always have been, heathing the punishments that I feared would come.

"You don't wish too? Y/n since when have you been allowed to wish for anything?. You exist only to fulfill you purpose. And your purpose is to serve."

Taking confident strides towards me she was barely a foot in front of me. Her dark brown iris's fueled with hard to notice emotions that those untrained to read emotions could not see. But I could see her anger radiating off of her.

"You will serve your purpose and be bethroled to Damian, you will guard his life with your own, and you will do it all with no hesitation." She grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. Getting in my face for emphases.

I adverted my gaze, a weakness she only accepted me doing to her, and submitted. "Yes Mother."

She straightened her posture, underlying anger still present but diminishing. "Now, you will behave and play your part in the ceremony properly."

And with those final words she left, the click of a lock sounding through the room. I released a breathe I didn't realize I was holding, letting my posture slump slightly.