At His Mercy

"Rosamund, I've been scouring the country for you. Where have you been?"

Sam froze in her seat, gaining the realization that she was about to be dragged (unwillingly) into her unforgiving life. But maybe there was a way to get out of this. Eyeing the back exit, she embraced the gush of adrenaline and prepared herself to run.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You were lucky we left you alone for 4 years, but it's about time now, don't you think? It's time for us to build our family, love," Milo muttered.

Sam held back a scoff and assumed a softer tone. "Milo, you know I respect our families and the promise we made. But I need more time- I need to enjoy my youth." At this point, her book was closed, a bookmark protruding from the middle of the book. Her right foot was ready to jolt out of the chair, but somehow, his intense stare kept her from moving.

"Who says you can't enjoy your youth with me? Come now, I've given you enough of my mercy as it is. You'll come home with me, we'll get married, and we'll start our family. I've had enough of this."

Sam shook her head in disbelief, her loosely tied hair following suit. She crossed her arms briefly before dropping them and gripping her book.

"That's not youth," Sam whispered, before flicking the book in his direction and making a run for the back exit.

Sam left her luxurious life for freedom- studying and working like the average Joe. She's now graduated, a new lease on life, and hell-bent on starting her career.

But promises were made to be kept. And Milo doesn't like to be kept waiting.