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Don gets up, seemingly upset, and begins pacing back and forth nervously.
Perhaps I've pushed him too far. But having gone this far, I can't
exactly back down. Maybe I'm not behaving like a 'proper' lady, but then
again, my entire relationship with him has been something of a guarded
secret for two months. I'm tired of the secrecy and the lying, and so
feel I'm entitled to an answer. I stand up as well, put my hands on my
hips and ask again why he hasn't proposed. He remains silent. "Well, I
think you owe me an explanation, at least."
Don continues to pace, wiping sweat from his brow. "It.. wasn't supposed to be this way...I....Harry..." "What? What is it?" Don stops pacing and looks at me, with exasperation in his eyes. "Harry, nothing would make me happier than to ask for your hand. But, alas, I cannot. For you see, I am....betrothed to another." "WHAAAAT?!" I cry, reeling from the revelation. "It was... over 12 years ago. I was a child. My father set it up without my knowledge or consent. I have not even met the woman, no... the girl, I should say, as she is more than 8 years my junior. The marriage was arranged well in advance, when she was only 4 years old, and I twelve. It's not that uncommon amongst the nobility. Anyway, in four months time she will officially come of age, celebrating her 16th birthday. The next day, she will ride to Castle De Freydair for our...wedding. Her dowry is supposed to 'deliver our house from destitution.'" he ends bitterly. I fall to my knees, devastated. It feels as though the air has been sucked out of me. I feel sick, frustrated, hurt and angry. Tears well up in my eyes. I can see them beginning to form in his as well.
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