mlbb ; false love // a gugu fanfic

1st love | arranged, deranged

"Gusion, promise me you'll marry me someday. When we grow older, we'll meet again and marry. Keep this scarf as a remembrance, Gusion. Wear it always so I can know that it's you."

It's her  again. Why does she keep showing in my dreams?

"Sigh, ah. I have school today."

"Sir Gusion, would you like me to prepare you the hot bath?"

"No, I can handle myself. Thanks."

"I forgot. You have a visitor, sir Gusion."

"A visitor? At this hour?"

"Yes."

"Who are they?"

"The Baroques, sir."

"THE BAROQUES?"

"Indeed."

My name is Gusion Paxley. I'm just a normal high-school kid from a famous family of magic, the Paxleys. I like short blades in combination with magic, but somehow my family disagrees to it. Soon, if I don't put this magic away, they'll consider me as an outcast and cast me out of the Paxley mansion. I'm...currently in love with Angela.

When I was a little boy, I remembered making a promise to a girl. But, I can't remember how she looked like and what's her name, but I do remember the promise we made and until now, i kept holding on to it. It has been ten years, yet I want to see her, hug her, and hold her. I want her to be mine.

When I opened the bathroom door with ease, what bestowed upon me was a girl with auburn locks with an old ribbon tied to her hair to prevent it from falling. A girl with a purple dress, smearing with magical power, and a beautiful face. She kept on looking at the picture frames. I asked her;

"Excuse me, are you lost? I can lead you the way out."

"Sorry, I don't like talking to strangers."

"I was just asking if you were lost, but you gave me this disgusting impression on me, miss."

"What if I am disgusted with you? What am I even doing in this mansion?!"

"Why are you asking me?!"

"That's it! I don't want to marry a Paxley!"

"That's a shame. You shouldn't have been to this place if so."

"W-What?"

"This place if full of Paxleys, so you don't fit in here. Plus, you smell like a Baroque. I'm not giving you a warm welcome here. Please leave."

"Y-You're a rash being, mister. I, Guinevere Baroque shall be honored. Not by some criminal like you, Gusion Paxley."

"I have to go."

"Running away? That doesn't sound like you at all. I know you can't ruin your family's name, so...if you're the chosen name, don't marry me."

Then she stomped her foot heavily and headed towards the north wing. She said she doesn't want to marry a Paxley. Was she formed with an arrangement?

"Sir Gusion, your father wants to meet you."

"Is it urgent?"

"Yes."

"Aw, man. I'm starving."

I headed towards the family garden and saw a man with blonde, long hair and a fence. A Baroque, indeed. A lot of knights, and my father. Then, he shouted:

"Rejoice, oh, rejoice. We have found a new heirress for the Paxley! In this, we can finally end the wars between us. Guinevere Baroque, shall take on as the wife of Gusion Paxley. We will give you a time limit of three years. If you have felt mutual feelings for each other, then you shall have to marry."

W-What?!