SHE

Chapter 38: Her Bethrotal

Third Person's POV

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Four years ago...

The frail body of a girl in the middle of her teenage years walked down the halls, her eyes void of emotions and her beautiful stoic face unwavering as she kept walking.

As she passed endless doorways, her ears caught on eerily muffled words by one of the rooms. The door was closed and securely locked, the rooms in the manor is designed to be soundproof so normal ears wouldn't hear a thing. But she was different from those ordinary people.

"Jacob my Lord, our darling son Dimitri is in need of a wife. There are respective beautiful women across the country qualified to become the next Lady of the household, we must choose one of them at an early date." The sultry sound of the Head Mistress's voice reached the young girl's ears.

"I have already chosen one, my Lady Diana." Then the deep and husky voice of the Head Master replied.

"You don't propose we choose the white haired orphan girl, do you? That little scamp you picked off the streets is barely an equal match to our prosperous son. What's more, she is an American. It is a stain to have a forlorn white girl in our eminent lineage."

The words that came out of her high and mighty Mistress thrust hard against the girl's stone heart but barely showed any expression on her face.

"She is of American blood but she is born to be in our world. Those greedy English men of the Parliament are hungry for money and fame of course we need a lady who excels in them."

"And you decide that desolated lass is suitable for it? Jacob darling, are you ill? Only a mad man would choose a nameless street child over affluent young women."

"The only mad one here is you, Diana. Those women you speak of learned poise and had their noses stuck between mendacious fairy tale books their whole lives." The Lord spoke with pure power of dominance that silenced his wife.

"There are two kinds of women in this world, one who excels in elegance and the other in combat. Your choosing would be the former who would survive in this particular world that only cares about money, heritage, and ancestry. But we both know how we keep those ridiculous things, by Power."

"We shed blood to regain the strength and we cut off their heads to solidify. Those petite and fragile girls you have will not survive in this real world. No, we need a woman who trained half her life to consolidate our power. One who can be preferred a perfect fit for Dimitri."

"But she is a silly girl who only knows how to fight. How can she be compared to those wealthy girls who have magnificent postures?" The Head Mistress asked, her voice strained.

"You my wife, shall teach her what you know until she is of a proper age. That child is not silly nor is she a scamp. She survived through my training, learning how to be a proper lady is nothing compared to it."

"Miss Scarce, the young Lord seeks your presence." One of the maids in white and black leathered dresses called on the silent listening girl who stood idly by.

2 years ago...

"Father, those useless men had the audacity to deny my sebaceous offer. They all propound that I have to be married in order to seal the alliance between the three organizations. They refuse to have a child they say to unify with them." The young Lord of the Leighton House spoke with a strained and angry voice.

Surely he is aggravated by the inconsiderable disagreement with three renowned leaders of Mafia organizations to ally with a young man such as himself.