27th June
When I did eventually get back to the Castle, Jameson and I stopping about every five minutes to talk about what I was about to go and do, we took a detour to the kitchens to talk and grab a snack because conversations were always easier between us if we had food.
"So you're absolutely sure about this, yes?" Jameson asked.
"Yes, completely. The voices that said I would become pregnant when my Father died, meant the spouse I had at the time of them telling me, meant that somehow, you and I would start dating again, meaning there was a high chance that we would be married after my Father's death. So, if I tell him now, we still end up dating in the near future." I say before chomping down on my apple again.
"But how near?" Jameson asks as he starts peeling another orange for him to eat.
"I have no clue, but it will be in under a year, I'm sure of it." I say as I feel a bit of apple skin get stuck in my teeth, so start to try and pick it out.
"It's in between your front two teeth on your top set." Jameson says as my tongue fiddles around my mouth looking for it along with my fingers that were starting to pull on the tiny piece of skin.
"Thank you." I manage to mumble out through my mouth that looked like I was needing serious mental health by the look of hilarity on Jameson's face as I said it "Okay got it! You good to go?" I say in a triumphant manner to Jameson as I pick out the piece of apple skin and stick the core in the bin as Jameson stuffs the last couple of orange slices in his mouth as I laugh.
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The walk to the study, as that was where I suspected Father to be was tense. It was so tense that you would need a chainsaw to cut through it and then it would still need some help about halfway through cutting the tension.
When we entered Father's study, we saw him sitting there, and as we entered he looked up, a puzzled look appearing on his face as he took off his glasses.
"Kaitlyn, Mr Dorianna. What are you both doing here?" Father asks us as I drop Jameson's hand and start to fiddle with my fingers.
"Before you react badly, I've had no other choice, but to tell you this. Sybil was going to blackmail me and twist this story if I didn't do what she asked, so I just said I'll tell you myself so she got her way and neither Jameson nor I would be hurt in the process of her blackmailing us." I say, slight tears starting to form in my eyes as I sniffle, and a more concerned look grows on Father's face as I say it.
"Why would Sybil blackmail you?" Father asks as I look behind me and I take a step back, taking Jameson's hand again in the process as he grabs my hip and pulls me in close for what felt like the last hug for eternity.
"Jameson and I, we are in a relationship." I say, part of the sentence catching in my throat slightly as I watch Father take all the information in.
Jameson slowly releases me as we watch a raging fire grow behind Father's eyes as he stands before responding sharply at us, so much so, it makes me flinch.
"How long?" Father asks as he sets down his glasses, not even looking either Jameson or me in the eye.
We stay silent, and then Father asks again "How long?" sharper this time than the last.
"Just under a year now." I say as tears start to fully take pride of place in my eyes now.
"And this has all been in secret?" Father questions, the rage becoming more prominent with each word he spoke.
"Yes." I say again as Jameson grips my hand for dear life.
"Alright." Father says so sharply both Jameson and I jump "Both of you separate now. I'm going to set some rules, neither of you may have known existed. Firstly, my daughters will take part in no secret relationships, second, I must approve of a man first before you can date him, before ever possibly thinking about marrying him, finally, and I think this is only fair, if I do not approve, you will not be given another chance until I can be proven wrong. Now, since all of these rules have been broken, Mr Dorianna, I only think it is fair to say that you should leave the premises." Father orders and walks around to the front of his desk and perches himself on the edge as he speaks.
"But Father-" I start to say, but Jameson cuts me off.
"Kaitlyn don't." He says as I look at his glossy eyes that were staring right back at mine.
"I will." I say and then turn back to Father "Father, please. You know that at least if I keep a man around, you know that he at least makes me happy, and I care about him, and I know that this is going against the rules, but please, just let us continue on as we were. You're saying I must marry a duke or baron, but I don't want to marry people like them. I want to marry a Jameson, and as far as I know, there is only one of him out there. Even then, if you're saying I can't marry Jameson, I won't marry at all, so you might as well just get on to teaching me about the crown and the roles and responsibilities with it." I say as Father stands there as I start to sob while confessing my love for Jameson, while still trying to say, 'If you won't let me marry him, I won't marry anyone you pick out'.
"No." Father says as I stand back, shocked at his answer, while he won't even look me in the eyes while my tears are still flowing freely "The next time you'll hopefully get to see Mr Dorianna after you walk him out the main doors of this Castle, is when you go on a chaperoned visit down to the village." Father continues and then goes back round his desk to continue his work.
And with that, Jameson and I left, heartbroken and tears flowing as we made our way, down the cold flights of stairs, crying and hugging each other as we went, stopping ever so often to stand and hug each other for about five minutes each time.
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