MY OUTLAW ↛ JOHN MARSTON

『 8 』

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Amara continued to stare into the night sky, as the stars twinkled in the bright atmosphere. She let out a heavy sigh, stretching her legs to cover the whole seat. She began to hum to herself a tune that her mother sung when she was little, when life was carefree.

Was her mother really making her marry Desmond? Yes, she did say she would find a suitor for her by the end of the month but Desmond? The thought of being with him disgusted her. He's everything she would never want in a man, entitled, snobby, and he thinks he can treat everyone however he wants. It's bad enough she has to marry at all, she wasn't ready for that type of commitment.

Amaras thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the window. She looked out the window and down at the ground, seeing a dark figure standing there. She slightly opened the window.

"Who's there?" She yelled down, catching the attention of whoever was there.

"It's, um.. It's me." John stammered, bringing a lantern to his face to show it was him.

"What do you want?" Amara asked, looking away from John and to her wall.

"Just thought I should come check on ya, but uh.." John paused, clearing his throat. "Guess you don't really want any company right now."

Amara sighed as she looked down at him, he looked slightly embarrassed, making her feel guilty. She closed the window and got up from the seat, walking down the stairs and quickly getting outside. She turned around to see John getting ready to leave.

"Marston." She spoke with a clear voice to the man. He turned around and stared at Amara as she walked down the stairs of the manor, making her way towards him. She stood in front of him, folding her hands together.

"Miss Findlay." John stammered, the light of his lantern lighting up her blue eyes. He noticed the red in her eyes and frowned.

"Come inside?" Amara asked, pointing to the door of her home. John quickly nodded and walked with her up the stairs and inside the house. "The maids will be back soon and I don't want them seeing you, just follow me."

John followed her up the stairs, turning left of her room and towards a door at the end of a hall. She quickly unlocked the door and walked inside with John, closing the door behind her. The theme of the room was white and gold and was completely decorated with expensive furniture.

"What's this?" John asked, scanning the room.

"A room?" Amara chuckled, sitting on the couch.

"I know it's a room, I just mean why'd we go in here?" He asked, sitting next to Amara.

"Nobody's aloud in here except for me and Maisie, it's where we would play when we were kids. Looks more sophisticated now." Amara smiled, all the memories of her and Maisie playing in here flooding her thoughts.

"What happened earlier, if ya don't mind me askin'." John asked, furrowing his brows.

"Nothing." Amara answered, leaning against the couch and fiddling with the ring on her finger.

"I ain't gonna judge." John made eye contact with Amara as she debated on whether to confide in the man or not.

"He proposed to me." Amara sighed, looking away from John.

"I knew that part. Maisie said you can't stand him." John crosses his arms over his chest, still looking at Amara.

"I can't, he's rude, entitled, obnoxious, snobby, and have you seen him? He looks like a twig compared to Arthur and you." Amara stopped herself as she realized what she had said.