Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when thereʼs someone dragging you back down into it.
Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the...
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SITTING AT MY OWN engagement party and bored out of my fucking mind, I wonder what my mother would think of this arrangement. She was a good match for my father — the calm, soft and reserved to his wild, brash, and untamed.
And looking at Anastasia Morozov, tucked so primly on her end of the couch, clearly taught to take up as little space as possible, I wonder if she’ll be a good enough match for me.
I can’t deny that she’s attractive — with perfect posture, a slim, model-like figure, unblemished skin, creamy and porcelain smooth, and long, shiny blonde hair . . . the list goes on. Her high cheekbones and big eyes scream her brand — innocent. Perfectly curated for me to save her family. I wonder if they’re ashamed of selling off their daughter like this.
I couldn’t care less.
My father and Yuri talking, but the Morozov boss refuses to even look at my father, who stares at Yuri like he’s about to pull a knife on him. And from the way both sides are crawling with soldiers, it’s clear that this is no amicable engagement.
“We want the north territories,” my father says.
Given that Yuri is handing over his daughter, asking for land is a bit too ambitious.
“No,” Yuri huffs.
Expected.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out to find Luca’s name in a notification on my screen.
LUCA bored?
When I turn to look him, he’s sat upright on the velvet couch, thumbs on his phone. I narrow my eyes. My little cousin never really grew out of his high school phase.
ME What do you think?
Exhaling, I press the power button on the side and the screen fades out. My hand shifts to pocket my phone, but it starts vibrating incessantly before I can.
LUCA has invited you play 8 ball.
LUCA has invited you play 8 ball.
LUCA has invited you play 8 ball.
I clench my jaw, sliding back to his messages as I type, I have a gun on me.
LUCA :)
Instead of replying, I accidentally press accept on his fucking invite and I’m transported to a pool table. The cold, begrudging war between the Yuri and my father is still on. Sighing, I decide to give in to my idiotic cousin.
Ten minutes later, he loses.
LUCA fuck!
ME :)
Rhaegar’s bark outside cuts my attention from my phone. Suddenly, a girl enters the front door, shutting the door behind her abruptly, slicing the uneasy, hushed silence in the room. I can’t say I’m not thankful for the intrusion.
