Agencement indésirables
An unwanted arrangement.
Summary: In which Courfeyrac is pulled into an arranged marriage, and the consequences aren't particularly desirable.
Chapter 1
A/N: This is the first story I've ever posted on this site, but I've read on here for almost a year, and I like to think I kind of know how things work. This story is like SleepingwithinWater's Teacher of Man because I was inspired by the arranged marriage idea and it kind of exploded from there.
Disclaimer: I dooooont own anything.
Rated MA for language and adult themes.
"An arranged marriage?!"
Courfeyrac stared up at his mother and father in disgust, as they both looked down at him from where they were standing.
He had come home to his small apartment after a night at the Muslin, were a horse and carriage had been waiting for him at the front of the building, in which he had been whisked away to his parent's manor.
"The bride has already been decided." his mothers tone was reassuring. "She is daughter of a rich bourgeoisie who is willing to lend us a great deal of money for the tying of our two families."
The Courfeyrac's had once had everything. Aiden had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, and as much as he loved his family, which was made up of him, his parents, and his two sisters, he had decided to move to Paris to study law at the university. It was there that he became a member of les Amis, and a fierce supporter of the student revolution that was to come in ten months time.
"If you choose to go through with it, the ceremony will be held next month. The two of you are to meet only once before the wedding, which will be within the next two weeks." his father sounded tired, which was not a surprise, given his families recent bankruptcy. "Please Aiden, this is our last chance."
Had it not been for the pleading look in his parent's eyes, and the idea of his family moving into his cramped apartment in Paris, or even worse, the four of them living in the slums, he wouldn't have said yes.
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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED?!"
Courfeyrac winced at Enjolras' shout.
"So wait." Combeferre stated. "You agreed to marry a girl so that your family wouldn't lose all their money?"
Courfeyrac sighed and slumped over in his chair. It had seemed like a good idea at the time.
"The ceremony will be in a month, and I shall be able to come back to Paris soon I expect. I don't wish to spend time with my wife."
Honestly, Courfeyrac expected the girl he was engaged to be some snobby, rich girl at least a year or two older than him, with no sense of humour at all. He had created a grotesque image in his head of a woman with mousy brown ringlets, and a couple of warts, that was stick thin and never smiled at anyone. She also had a big nose.
He had at least thought to find out the name of his wife, this showed he had some scrap of common sense left.
Her name was Odette Bousquet, and her family were richer than most. Their fathers had worked in business together, and he had met the man at various fundraising events. He was rather strict, and you only spoke around him if you were spoken to. His salt and pepper moustache had not changed length in-between any of their meetings, and his wife was a mouse like women, with big grey eyes and blonde curls.
"Odette is a nice name." Jehan, ever the optimist, said encouragingly, causing Courfeyrac to give him a look. "I mean she can't be that bad, can she?"
"She comes from a rich background and both her mother and father make regular public appearances for their business. She'll be a snobby virgin, no doubt about it."
The last comment earned him a couple of looks from his friends and a hit around the head with a tea-towel from Musichetta.
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Guys I wrote this in like twenty minutes and it's really crappy but it's the first time I've posted work on this site so yeah. The next chapter is already written and is a lot longer.