The Boring Life of High Society {Jacob Frye x Reader}

Chapter 1

     As per usual, London held its grey skies and foggy air, giving the city its usual gloomy and dull atmosphere. The pollution from the multitude of factories is heavy on the lungs for the citizens of London. Various fights broke out in the streets between a group of people clad in red against the ones in green, civilians either watched on while others tried to avoid it with their heads down. Children worked continuously until they dropped like fruit flies one by one with the Child Labor laws not doing a single thing in their favor. Carriages rolled along the streets as the sounds of horse trots clapper along the stone road, water sitting along the crevices and puddles of the individual stones. (E/c) orbs watched as buildings and people passed with the carriage rocking back and forth a bit.

      "Another dull morning." The young woman sighed, as best as she could with the corset squeezing every breath of air out of her, with her hands clasped together on her lap. An older couple with a few lines adorned on their faces, some features looking similar to the young woman's but older, sat across from her.

      "We've only been in London for a day and you're already whining." The older woman sighed with a shake of her head.

      "It's not even that, mother. It's everyday in general. No matter where we are or what time of day, it's boring." The young woman said with a click of her tongue in annoyance.

      "(Y/n)," The man said firmly, a white band wrapped securely around his bicep with a red cross stitched onto it, "The life of a proper lady and Templar is not supposed to be fun. You have duties to fulfill as a descendant of the Order that will shape your life and reputation. And this especially applies to your position as a future wife of the Grand Master—"

      "Ugh—don't even get me started with that, father." (Y/n) snapped, "Trying to be your perfect daughter for the family and Order is bothersome enough, but now trying to be the perfect bride for a marriage that I had no say in just so our country can form a ridiculous alliance is the icing to the cake."

      "(Y/n)." Her father said sternly this time, his stare hard and cold, "You are doing the family and our Order back home a great deal for future generations." He said as (Y/n) scoffed with an eyeroll, leaning back in her seat with her arms crossed before he continued, "And you should be fortunate that a man like Crawford Starrick has agreed to take your hand in marriage."

      "I haven't even met the man! What if I don't like him?" She exclaimed.

      "It won't matter and you either do like the man or make do with it." He snapped, "You being the only child we have, a female at that, you have no choice in the matter. Now, if you were born a male, you could choose to do whatever you like and marry whomever you please."

      "It's always because if I was a male this. If I was a male that. The only thing I'm good for is to sit and look pretty, stay quiet, and make sure I give my dear husband a child." (Y/n) said with a slight sneer.

      "You are 19, you still have yet to realize your potential as a wife. I understand that you're in this rebellious phase in your life but it's time you accept your duties as a wife and Templar." Her father said with a deep frown.

      "We're doing this because we care, (Y/n)." Her mother said, making her scoff.

      "Tch, yeah right." She grumbled while glaring out the window, "I really do not want to meet him."

      "But you have to, dear." Her father said, taking his pocket watch out of his coat pocket to check the time before slipping it back in, "And you will not lash out like you did now, make yourself presentable and give him that beautiful smile that you constantly refuse to wear." He said as (Y/n) frowned.