Carried Through

Amare stood in her undergarments in front of the floor length mirror. The young brown haired maid was busy collecting a material from the walk in closet, so she had time to make a mental note over the configuration of her body. She was slim with a slight muscular build. Legs not too fat or too thin, nor were they too long or too short. They had muscles built into their frame, power underneath the slenderness. It was the same with her arms that look so delicate, although it wasn't exactly true. She had a lace black rose pattern designed on her silk red thongs and on her silk red bra. She groaned at the deep expressage of her chest and sighed. There was nothing she could do with that. She blinked her electric blue eyes and stared at her wavy red hair which fell all the way to her waist in the high ponytail she had kept up all day.

She watched the maid come over, through the mirror, with something sprawled out over her arm. Her distinctive mysterious brown eyes were hiding something underneath all the impassiveness she held out overall. The procedure was all too familiar to Amare, she lifted her arms and allowed the maid to draw the material over her head, her arms through the material straps, and then down. As the maid adjusted the transparent nightgown, she examined it. It was tainted pink, showed her bra and pants, and the shoulder straps were frilled. It was pretty, but revealing. It rode down to her mid thighs, she could see, and she realized that pink does suit her. The maid had finished adjusting it around her thighs and she pulled the bobble out of her long hair until it rested at the nightgown length.

The maid was adjusting her hair now. She placed her side bangs down the front of her, adjusted her fringe and made sure that the rest of it rested easily at her back. Finally finished with her work, she bowed to Amare and exited the room. She sighed heavily once the maid had gone. Her mother's necklace hung from her neck. A blood drop rested against her cleavage and glinted in the light. It looked mischievous to her, up to nothing good, and promised anything but positive. It was to be part of the family for eternity, belonged to the oldest daughter, until said otherwise. She placed her hand on the jewel and closed her eyes. She opened them to stare back at her reflection. She could see a seventeen year old female discover the hidden dark secret of her family and is about to be put right in its centre.

She turned to look upon the room she had seen for the first time. A queen size four poster bed covered in silk black sheets and red and black display pillows. A sparkling translucent set of dark blue curtains surrounded the bed in its appearance of a rippling waterfall. The carpet was a very deep blue, so dark that it resembled the night sky with the odd occasions of sparkles in its midst. There was a section that led into the walk in closet, which she discovered was entirely packed with outfits she would never have worn before. There was a red VIP lounge sofa based in the indented circle in the floor, where there were stairs that led up to the bedroom suite. She stepped down them, examined the large television that was connected into the wall, the large speakers and hi-fi they were connected to, the table in front of the lounge sofa and the DVD stack that hadn't got a vacant space. Beside the lounge sofa there was a mini-fridge, and when she looked into it, she found it completely filled with bottles of a drink variety.

Where had her family taken her? Taken away from her father by her mother to come and live within a place that just creeps her out? Yeah, she's sure to get along just fine here. She walked up the stairs to the bedroom suite. Two matching bedside tables were on either side, each with a black shaded lamp. Both were turned on to provide light and some comfort into the dark room. The curtains were pulled up right to allow no light to break though. They were red, a deep red that accompanies her hair. She pulled her hands to her chest and glanced around nervously. How is she ever going to get some rest in this place? She glanced to the bed. It was comfortable looking, quite tempting in fact. She took a step forward, closer to the bed and managed to end up sprawled on top of it, back against it and with a heavy body holding her down by her arms.

Her eyes widened, revealing the electricity that seemed to run through them to give her the ecstatic eyes. Her eyes were caught in the gaze of the aqua blue ones that hovered above her. Orange hair framed a pale faced boy, who was topless and sweating without a hideous scent. Anger coursed through his eyes, she could see it and her expressive eyes showed the fear she had felt at first but then turned into anger. She narrowed her widened eyes to give the impression that this body contact, she hated. He didn't move either way. His hands were holding tight around her wrists, and she didn't recognize the tightness until the sudden pain shot through her wrists.

"What are you doing inside of my house?" He snarled. To her, his teeth looked pointed, but he was quick to hide them before they could be displayed. She could tell that he cared less for who she was, just more of her business inside of his home. A place she didn't want to be either.

"Ah, my lord, you have awakened." The 'lord' looked through the glittering dark transparent curtains and to the double door that led out into the hallway. Instead of being shut like it was before, a man, clothed in a butler uniform, stood there, head bowed. He stood to fall height and kept his dark eyes upon the 'lord' and the female who was stuck underneath him in an outfit of exposure of her undergarments. Black bow tie, straight and cleaned and iron uniform, white gloved hands and polished black shoes, very smart and loyalty was etched into his facial appearance.

"Patrick, what is the meaning of this woman being here?" His voice was sharp and dangerous, threatening even, but he held respect to the butler.

"You're future wife has requested that she have her closest cousin come live with her, otherwise she would not agree to the agreement." He bowed. The 'lord' looked down upon Amare and jerked himself away from her. He sat at the end of the bed, one foot on the bed itself with his arm resting over it. At first he was considering what Patrick had told him. He glanced to Amare at the corner of his eyes. By now she had straightened up and sat on the bed, looking away and with some form of embarrassment of what she was wearing. He swept his eyes over her body, taking in the detail that was exposed to his sight. The laced rose patterned silk red bra and thongs, he smirked at that. He returned his gaze back to the butler.

"My future wife?"

"Is within her quarters, preparing for bed, my lord."

"I meant her name."

"Florence Tortuga, my lord."

"And her?" He was on about the red haired female who sat on the bed, being polite and quiet.

"A cousin to the Tortuga family, my lord… I assure you, no offence to the lady of course, that she isn't of your highest concern." He bowed. "It was a dishonourable mistaken that you were to enter this room first. We had thought you'd enter the room of your fiancée and not her cousin, my lord." He straightened.

"I want to know her name, Patrick." He stated angrily. "I didn't ask for a bunch of crap that hopes to have me avoid the name of my future cousin in law."

"Forgive me. I meant no disrespect." He hesitated at first. "She is Amare Trieste, she is engaged already." He nodded at the gold ring that rested on her left hand, the one next to her little finger. The red gem winked at him in the light. The orange male looked to the ring. The design was recognizable. He grabbed her hand, startling her and the butler, causing them both to gasp. He had forced her to turn her body towards him; her bra and thongs showing, but his aqua eyes were examining the gold red gemmed ring. "M-my lord, this is something your fiancée wouldn't want. You're inspecting someone else instead of her."

"Patrick, do not get the wrong idea." He turned to face the butler. "Who is her fiancé?"

"My lord… I am not allowed to say."

"Who is her fiancé?" He asked again. "Do not make me repeat myself, now tell me."

"Garland Siebald…" The orange haired male and the butler both had their eyes narrowed. Amare felt awkward, especially since the male sitting on her bed was still holding her hand. She could tell the obvious reasons why the butler was frowning. His fiancée was her cousin, but yet he appeared to have taken an interest in who her fiancé was. But him, the hand holding guy, she was puzzled about him. He was intensely studying the ring but he let her hand go and she received it back and cradled it to her chest. His touch was cold… she couldn't believe how cold he felt and it was the beginning of summer.

Garland Siebald is fanatical to make it to the top in a sport that has not yet been claimed by one of his siblings. Amare Trieste was his soon to be wife. She was chosen because her parents felt the need that popularity and wealth could be needed in the family. Nationality and family background was what her mother and father had looked for in the male before marrying her off to him. He agreed because he liked her excessively. Not only was her beauty outstanding, but he preferred her over her cousin, and that was why Florence was marrying this orange haired boy and she was marrying Garland. She didn't care about marriage, protocol, responsibilities or any other tied down thing. She wanted no cage to barricade her from the things she wants to do. Have experience in the world, feel the love she wants, tied herself down with things she wants to do. Freedom is all that her heart craves for at the moment. But this… engagement… it was just manacles that would tie her to the man forever. Her family is all about being bound to one man, never leaving him no matter the circumstances, and taking responsibilities within the new family. All of this, she didn't want.

He stood from the bed and stepped half way through moving the curtains back to step out. He looked down at her and she blinked her eyes in confusion back at him. He smiled somewhat and shook his head. The curtain fell back when he moved away and out the door, the butler bowed to her with apology on his features and left after him, closing the door with a silent click. She placed a hand over her heart and released the breath she had held. So she had met the notorious cousin in law before her own cousin could see her fiancé. His frowning face flashed in her mind and she glanced down at the ring and conversed slightly with it. He reacted unexpectedly about hearing the name of her fiancé that it surprised him and caused the butler to frown. Why had he reacted so differently? Did he think that the male didn't deserve her as his wife? Or did they have a fight and being related by marriage was going to cause problems to rise further?

She sighed. What was she going to do? She didn't want to marry Garland, she didn't really want to be inside this crazy place, but she was here to provide company for her cousin. From the kindness in her own heart, she had decided to stay with her cousin until she and her fiancé would get to know each other better. And until she had to leave to live with her fiancé! She was free a month ago, able to do anything that she solely desired. She was an only child and her mother pampered her as if she were the only thing that mattered to her. Gave her happiness, kept her happy, and tried to hide the arguments she had with others outside the family on her own benefit. The arguments were always about Amare, and she had always known they were, but she didn't want to upset her mother by letting her know that she knows. So she remained quiet until her mother was ready to tell her. This marriage was her step father's idea. He wanted her disciplined, taught the hard way on how to be a lady, and soon to be mother. Despite her young age, he wanted her to become the mother of his niece or nephew.

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Garland had just come off the phone. He instantly had set to pacing his room. He had his informative indentify a problem that would prolong his engagement plans with the adorable and irresistible Amare Trieste. He stopped his pacing and glanced at a butterfly framed photograph. Inside was a glamorous portrait of a wavy red haired female with electric blue eyes. She wore a gentle smile upon her features as she had turned to look at the camera. The photo had been taken by her cousin, capturing the essence of her beauty. He smiled longingly at it, picking it up and trailing a finger down the photograph's cheek. This beauty was his fiancée, and how lucky he was to be able to have her. His home was just missing her from the picture. He replaced the photograph back on the table and settled down on the sofa, with his arms between his legs.

The lord has finally awaken and his fiancée is the cousin to his fiancée. But both his fiancée wanted his fiancée to live with her until she had settled down with her fiancé. But since the informative had identified a problem with this, he must now think to suggest an audience with his fiancée's mother to settle a new agreement as soon as possible. He rubbed his temples. The lord should not have woken until everything between him and Amare Trieste had been fully committed into evidence that they are for each other and no other. His former fiancée, Florence Tortuga hadn't been of a high appeal to him, but Amare on the other hand, it was instant notification. He had wanted her instantly. She had stuck out like a full moon without any stars in the sky. He just had to have her so he made the first move and suggest an engagement with the lovely daughter of the Trieste family.

He pushed himself up off the couch and exited the room. He walked through the corridors of the mansion he shares with his siblings and down the stairs that led to the foyer. His three brothers and two sisters were present, all of them conversing until they noticed he had entered. All five pairs of eyes focused on him and even still when he sat down to join them with his arms folded across his chest. He had folded his legs at the same time, his left overlapped his right and his eyes narrowed. "What's the commotion?" He asked them, but he felt aware of what they had been conversing to each other. They would normally discuss things in front of him, unless it was to do with him.

"Is there any problems, Garland?" Todd asked him, his own arms crossed.

"Problems? What makes you think there is?" So they had been caught wind of what's going on. That was fast, unless one of them was told before he was informed.

"Engagement complications. We've been told that something's happened." Kayla asked. "We can help if there is."

"I've got things sorted." Garland explained with a sigh.

"Speaking of your engagement." Jamie stated. "When do we meet our sister in law?"