soph-bear2002
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Talya was a bastard, plain and simple, and the descriptor meant absolutely nothing to her. From the day she was born she had been told she was a bastard - the product of an affair between a Loveridge gypsy and a married Russian officer.
She had learned to expect the unexpected. Adapt. But, when she came back from exercising one of the Loveridge race horses to see a pair of pristine looking Hispano-Suiza K6's parked next to the caravan, she didn't know what was coming.
Less than a day later she was seated at a wedding of people she had only vaguely heard about, surrounded by a family that she had only just met.
She didn't like them, she wanted nothing to do with them, and stood in front of the church of a god she didn't believe in, in a pair of uncomfortable heels, ready to attend the wedding of people she didn't know, she wanted nothing more than to be back atop one of Loveridge families horses galloping through a field.