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Suddenly love

He pulled a grimace as he looked out into the garden. The rain turned the otherwise lush green landscape into a gray in gray. "Like my life," he thought, turning around. His gaze wandered over the dark wall-paneling, the old armchairs, in which he had spent so many hours in front of the fireplace. Hours of painful memories of his great love, which passed shortly before marriage.

"There is no other solution, you have to marry," repeated his aunt, his gaze fixed on her nephew. She knew about his deep sorrow. But she also knew about the necessity of a marriage to preserve the family, the titles and the country in the south of England, which had been owned by the family for so many generations.

"In less than a year, you celebrate your 39th birthday, you have to decide otherwise everything that the family has built up will be lost."

She spoke calmly, her back, as she had learned more than 70 years ago as a young girl. She loved her nephew, so much so that she tore her heart to see him suffer now. But it did not help. If, as Lord Conqueres, he did not marry a woman's aristocratic estate before his 39th birthday, the entire property was crushed and awarded to the church. So her brother had his deathbed.

"My brother - what a vicious creature," the old lady went through the meaning.

"Very well, I will marry Franziska," Simon said calmly, trying to relax his hands clenched with fists. His tall stature, his masculine facial features, and his dark hair showed his aristocratic origin. He used to be a proud man full of action. Now his eyes just looked tired when he asked, "When will I see her?"

"Her father and she will be here this afternoon," his aunt said. "It would be good if you could calm down until then, but it is not easy for Franziska, she was forced to marry by her father, the family's financial hardship is immense.

"The sold bride," Simon mocked, but at once he felt sorry for him. Both at least connected the fate of having powerless fathers.

When he arrived at the castle, Franziska stood in a book in the library. He noticed her entering, but he could not turn to her immediately.

"So you want to marry me?" He asked her, without looking up from his book.

"Yes," came the door. Her voice, so bright and clear, made him aware.

"What do you expect from our marriage?" He asked.

"Love," said Franziska. "I want love and nothing in the world makes me marry a man who does not love me. We live in the 20th century. For no price of the world, I will be the only one to sell the family. "

Her sharp words made him look up. The bright blue eyes glittered with rage that he could not look at her unrestrained life. From the carefully pasted Dutt some blond hair had dissolved. And although she was soft and fragile, she was spraying with energy. He had never seen a more beautiful woman. And suddenly he knew what he wanted. He felt it deep in his heart. He only wanted to be held back by her. Never be alone again. Carefully he approached her.

"Then we'll see you get what you want," he said softly, carefully stroking a strand of her face.

"And three children," she said keenly, but as tenderly as only a woman who has just fallen in love.

Last modified on Sunday, 29 January 2017 11:04


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