King's Obsession

CHAPTER-19 Last memories

Grey's pov

"Never! I will never marry Carol, Mother. Grey expressed with conviction.

"While she possesses a strong and independent spirit, she has been known to engage in physical altercations with boys." He took a moment to collect himself, sitting on the ground and holding his head, tears streaming down his face.

When I was just 10 years old, my mother, who happened to be good friends with the esteemed Countess Beth, harbored a deep desire for a close bond between our families.

In pursuit of this heartfelt connection, she ingeniously orchestrated a plan for her daughter, Carol, and myself to embark on a joyous journey of matrimony.

She was two years my junior, and our paths crossed numerous times within the castle walls as she accompanied her father to work. Let me assure you, she is not someone to be trifled with. Not only is she the childhood companion of the forsaken prince Ragnarök, but she is also a fierce Barbarian maiden who communicates through the language of fists.

Although my father, a war hero and respected knight of the Rouse Kingdom, approves of the marriage, I cannot help but feel hesitant. Rumors have circulated that those who have asked for her hand in marriage have met a mysterious fate. As much as I respect her and her family, I cannot risk my own life for the sake of a marriage.

Grey's mind was a chaotic mess as the carriage came to a halt in front of the grandiose mansion belonging to the Count. His thoughts were racing in every direction, like a wild stallion that had broken free from its reins. He couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation as he stepped out of the carriage and onto the cobblestone path leading up to the entrance of the mansion.

A grand procession of maids and servants formed an endless line, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the esteemed Baron and Baroness, accompanied by their son, the charming Grey. As the doors swung open, a sight to behold greeted them - the Count, the Countess, and their daughter Carol, though the latter wore a slight pout upon her face.

As the Baroness entered the room, she was greeted with warm smiles and polite conversation. The conversation among the adults stood in stark contrast to the expressions on their child's faces. Carol's intense gaze locked onto Grey, causing him to tremble with fear.

They found themselves enveloped in the opulence of a lavishly adorned chamber, adorned with exquisite furnishings and adorned with delicate accents. Before them, a tantalizing array of decadent desserts awaited, each meticulously crafted to perfection.

The air was filled with the enchanting aroma of the finest teas, brewed from leaves plucked from the rarest corners of the world. As they indulged in these culinary delights, their laughter echoed through the room, harmonizing with the tinkling of crystal glasses and the gentle clinking of silverware.

Amidst their moments of enjoyment, Carol cast a disapproving gaze upon Grey, causing him to squirm uncomfortably with each piercing glare she directed his way.

"Carol, why don't you take Lord Grey on a tour of the mansion?" Countess Beth suggested, noticing their lack of interest.

"Alone? With her? You must hate me, mother!" I thought as I looked at my mother for help, which she ignored as she grinned at me.

I was utterly astounded by my mother's reaction, my jaw dropping as I found myself frozen in disbelief, perched on the edge of my seat.

"Come, Lord Grey... Allow me to give you a tour of my humble abode," Carol's face took on an enigmatic expression as she gently led me away from the embrace of my parents. With a heavy heart, I bid farewell to my beloved family. As a wave of emotions threatened to overwhelm me, Lord Grey fought back tears, determined to face the unknown with courage.