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Date Posted: Tuesday, April 11, 12:55:53pm
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Jacqueline
's message, "An English Love" on Tuesday, April 04, 04:30:41pm
Nikita was looking at herself in the mirror thinking many things. She was about to meet her future spouse and was so afraid she could hear her own heart beating rapidly and loudly throughout her whole body. What would he look like? Was he tall? Was he handsome like everyone described? Was he nice?
Her mother opened her door and whispered to her softly. “Nikita!”
Nikita looked at her mother and understood it was time to meet her new family.
She looked back in the mirror one more time and told herself that she could get through this. This all seemed like a nightmare and she yearned to wake up from it.
She walked out the door of the bedroom and followed her parents down a large staircase. She was led to a room with the large doors that she had seen when she was a child. She braced herself as they opened the doors. She stood behind her parents and followed them as they walked into the room.
“Lady Adrian, Lord George. Please meet our daughter. Nikita Georgiana Wolfe.” Paul announced her and moved aside to let Nikita through.
Nikita moved forward and saw the staring pairs of eyes and also those of a young gentleman. She curtsied to the people and stared at this skinny young pale boy with spectacles on his face. She was in shock as this was to be her new husband. She turned to look at her mother. He did not look twenty-six. This is what everyone had been talking about. She guessed women in England had odd tastes in what the classified as a handsome man.
Her mother eyed her to stay focused. Nikita turned to find herself being heavily observed by both Samuelles.
“Welcome my dear,” Lady Adrian began. “You have grown into a rather tall woman, but your beauty is very apparent Ms. Wolfe. It is a pleasure to meet with you and your parents once again.”
Nikita bowed to Lady Adrian. “Thank you Mam. I am very honored to finally meet you again as well. You too Sir.” She addressed George.
“Very charming, my dear. This young man next to me is our son.” Seymour bowed to her and winked at her.
“Tis a pleasure, Miss Nikita. I look forward to getting to know you,” Seymour smiled. He was completely and obviously enamored with Nikita.
Nikita cringed inside, but did not show it. She bowed to him, “It is a pleasure to finally meet you Lord Michael.”
Lady Adrian laughed at her. “No no my dear. This is our son Seymour. This is not whom you will marry.” Seymour was completely enamored with Nikita’s beauty. “Our son Michael is not here at the moment. You will most likely meet him at the party we are throwing in honor of your engagement.”
Nikita was so relieved and she looked back at her parents who had seated behind her. She turned back to Lady Adrian, “I do apologize Mam. Please forgive me.”
Lady Adrian stood and walked over to her. “It is alright my dear for you have never seen our son Michael. Honest mistake. Now. You know why you are here my dear and I have some questions for you that you must answer.”
Nikita’s mother had prepared her for this interview she would go through and told her how to answer.
“Yes Mam. I will answer any question you may wish to pose,” Nikita answered properly.
“Very well, my dear. Seymour, please excuse yourself.”
Seymour walked over to Nikita and bowed. He kissed her hand and she smiled at his cute demeanor. “Pleasure to meet you Lady Nikita!” He scooted out of the room.
Lady Adrian said, “He is very taken with you, my dear. You must have that effect on all young men you come across. He is very different from our elder son. Michael does not get caught up with pretty faces.”
Nikita did not know how to perceive this comment but proceeded to stand in front of these people awaiting their questions. She felt naked standing in the room like she was being observed like some animal.
“Well my dear. You know you are to marry my son. Michael Rene Samuelle. I must know now firstly if your virtue is still intact?” She asked abruptly.
Nikita was a bit taken back at her rudeness. “Of course Lady Adrian.”
Adrian nodded at her, “So you do not have any current lovers or past lovers?”
Nikita had just answered the question. “My lady, I have not been with a man during my lifetime. I have no lovers.” Nikita found her to be a bit pompous and rude in her questioning.
“Watch your tone my dear. You will be required of course to obey Michael as your husband and sire a male heir for him. You will also need to have this child to complete the marriage transaction of your estate. Are you willing and ready to perform this task?”
Nikita gulped as she replied, “Yes my lady. I will fulfill any part of the contract that my parents made in order to fully live up to my obligations as the wife of your son.” She had recited this with Madeline numerous times and hated saying it. She wanted the interview to be over.
Adrian studied her face to search for any dishonesty but could find none. “Very good my girl. You have a willful spirit still, but you control it quite well. You are a beautiful girl, but never let that go to your head. Michael is not weakened by beauty or love. He is loyal to his family and country. He will be a great father for sure and will protect your estate will his lasting breath. This he can and will offer you. I highly advise you to put romantic notions out of your head. He does not have time for any of that nonsense.”
Nikita had a tear in her eye. “Thank you Lady Adrian. I am very grateful.” Adrian took her tear as a sign of happiness. Deep down inside Nikita wanted to run away and cry her eyes out.
Lady Adrian turned to address Paul and Madeline, “We are holding a party for their engagement. Michael will meet her there. I am sorry he could not join us today, but as you know he is a busy man. You both have raised a wonderful daughter and I will heartily consent to their marriage. Tea anyone?”
Madeline and Paul were very pleased with Nikita’s performance. She asked to be excused to go to her room. They excused her and she ran to her room. She cried upon her bed. Why was God punishing her like this? She was not allowed her freedom of life or the freedom to love.
She heard a horse galloping outside and went to look out her window. Through her tears she could see a young man riding back to the castle. He had wild hair flapping in the wind and a long coat that made him look like he was flying. He was riding so elegantly upon his black steed. She wondered who he was. He rode towards the stables and she watched until she lost sight of him.
After her busy day, she lay back down upon the bed and decided to rest for the evening.
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