AN: A new 39C fanfic from TGM! I'm sorry for all of you who are waiting for me to update RY, but I'm taking a little break from it and trying to write actual stories… This is a really short prologue for a, um, a little Gothic love story about Amy and Ian. An AU, actually. Set somewhere in the Middle Ages. I won't write it in that old English where they're using words like "Thee" or "Thy", because I have no idea how to write in it. So… to the story! Read to find out what happens!
I own nothing but the idea of the plot.
"You're getting married."
Amy stared at her great-aunt Beatrice in shock. "B-but –"
"No arguing, young lady," Beatrice said. "You're almost seventeen years old, and it's time you find a husband. I kindly found a young man in your age that's willing to marry you. He's handsome and rich, comes from a powerful family, and more importantly, he's not asking for a dowry*."
"Aunt B-Beatrice, I –"
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO ARGUE ABOUT THIS!" Beatrice yelled. "You'll meet him this Monday, and you two will get married on February 19th, five days later. Understood?"
Amy looked at her feet. "Yes, Aunt Beatrice."
Beatrice looked satisfied, and exited Amy's bedroom, planning the wedding. Amy fell on her bed. What am I going to tell Evan?
AN: SURPRIZE! MUAHAHAHA! EVAN IS IN THIS STOR TOO! I couldn't leave him out; he has a really big part in this story. But don't worry, Amy and Ian will end up together. Eventually ;-) I know it was really short, and I promise next chapter will be longer. Btw, if you hadn't notice, I mentioned February 15th, or Valentine's Day (when the couple will meet), and February 19th, which is tomorrow. And you know what else? IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! I will be 15 tomorrow! Let's hope no evil robots will try to kill me and smash me open so they can my guts, huh? (Starship joke)
TO PIGFARTS AND BEYOND!
TGM, future psychologist
*Dowry - money, goods, or estate that a woman brings forth to the marriage.