The Letter

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credits to the person who originally drew the amazing cover art

I Lucy Heartfillia, grew emotionless. Growing up after my mother died, my father would verbally abuse me and didn't give me any freedom. I used to cry every night wishing my mother would somehow come back to life. I realized I was such a fool back then. I knew what I had to do. I built a giant wall around my heart that not even my father could crack through. I convinced myself that if I show no emotion, I'd show no weakness. But when my father died, the wall only got stronger. I didn't want to show any weakness from my fathers death.

I was the only child, so I was the only one attacked by my father. I didn't have any friends, I was home schooled and was never allowed to leave the mansion. Sometimes I would wish that my true love would come and sneak up on the property just to meet with me. I gave up on those dreams. Those are just fairy tales. I've taken over my family business. I want to impress my father, even if he's not here to see it.

I was working on some paperwork in the office when Loke my celestial spirit and my fathers right hand man came in and gave me a piece of paper in an envelope. He was like a son to my father, and a brother to me. I looked at him with a confused face when he answered that is was the last thing my father had worked on, but never finished. I looked at the envelope and saw that it was ready to be mailed, it was stamped and had an address and everything. I looked at who it was supposed to be mailed to. In my surprise it read "Igneel." I always found it weird how he didn't have a last name, yet he gave his son one. Igneel was a childhood friend of Jude. He also started a successful buissness path with the help of my father. I took the envelope and carefully opened it. I hate wrecking envelops, or any mail for that matter.
The letter inside was hand printed, which meant it was serious. I quickly read through the letter.

"Dear Igneel

It's been a long time eh? I heard your buissness was booming. I know we kind of grew apart but I want to make this proposal. I want to offer my daughters hand to your son. The Dragneel and Heartfillia corporations could combine and that would only make us richer! We could hang out just like old times. But this would be a great way to expand. My daughter is ready to take care of the buissness when I'm gone, and she can no doubtly take upon this as well. Theres know better canadite than Lucy to be Natsu's wife. I hope you think about this, I may not have as much time as I suspect. 'Till next time.

-Jude Heartfillia"

I looked up at Loke,
"Have you read this?" He quickly shooked his head no. "He thinks I should marry Igneels son." Loke choked a little bit when he heard those words come out of her mouth. The image of Lucy loving a man, was unthinkable to Loke. To a sense it was hard for Lucy to imagine to. She never thought of getting married at all! What if her father did send out this letter, and Igneel accepted? Would I have been married off by now? I asked Loke if I should do it. This must've been what Jude wanted right? I think Loke could tell what I was going to do. I want him to be proud of me, more than anything! If marrying Igneel's son would do that, then so be it. Marrying a Dragneel couldn't be that bad.

I could tell that Loke knew what I was thinking. I looked into his eyes for any reassurance that what I was doing was the right thing. I got nothing from him, his eyes just blank trying to process everything that just happend in the last few minutes.

"Thanks Loke you can leave now." He nodded as I watch him close his own gate, the sparkles quickly fading into the air leaving me alone in the office. I leaned back into my chair debating with myself if I should mail the letter. It was what father wanted, or else he wouldn't have written it. Igneel could also deny the offer as well, maybe he already had plans with another woman. After what felt like hours, a pros and cons list, a cup of coffee, I had decided that I wanted to deliver this letter to Igneel myself.

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