A/n ok so this popped into my head the other day and I had to start writing it. This is my sixth story here on fan -fiction. Please let me know what you think should I continue? Please review!
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Eternal
Eternal Chapter 1
Mother loves to tell the story of how she met my father, and how in love she was with him the moment they met. Yet she will not allow me the chance to do the same. She will not allow me to wait until I meet the man with whom I fall head over heels in love with. No instead she insists I marry a stranger someone who she and father have chosen because said someone will be good for me, because said someone will be able to give me wealth and handsome children. Why can she not see that I want to find love like she did with my father. Why must I marry some man I know nothing about? Don't I deserve love? I would think that my mother of all people would understand after she sacrificed everything to be with my father. But no instead in three days time I will marry the wealthy and young Edward Masen. I wonder what he thinks about all of this I m sure he doesn't want to marry someone he doesn't know? I suppose that love no longer matters. What I what want is no longer relevant. I have no choice but to go through with this marriage if you can even call it that. I have always thought that two people should get married because they want the world to know how much they love one another. Like my parents did. But I was wrong all though I still think that, it seems that now marriage is all about money, public image, power, and convenience. It's about carrying on the family line and not brining shame to your family. My parents have told me that if I don't go through with this they will send me off to the nunnery. I shudder to think what my life would be if I were a nun. I'm not even sure that I can trust in god anymore. Not now that I m being forced into this sham. For that's what is they want me to marry Edward so that our families will be more powerful. Is it fare to force us into something simply so that we can move up in society? I shook my head these thoughts were getting me no where I was only managing to sink father into my depression.
It was noon and I was sitting in the parlor with my mother as our servant Liyla served us lunch, while I worked on my needlepoint. I had managed to stab myself with the needle several times already. My mother insisted I learn this skill even if it cost my fingers. I worked extra slow glancing at the clock every so often. I was anxious and more than depressed. Today was the final fitting for my, shudder, wedding dress. After lunch around one o clock the tailor was to arrive. I didn't want this I wanted to marry someone I loved. Not someone I knew nothing about someone I had met but once more than seven years ago. It had been at a birthday party for my soon to be husband. I wasn't there long and I spoke but one word to the boy. We had been ten and neither one of us were thinking of seeing each other again. Especially after I became sick and vomited all over him. I was sure once he remembered that I'd gotten sick all over him he would find me utterly repulsive. If he didn't think I was all ready. I sighed my life was never going to be the same. Once I married him I would be forced to leave home and live with the stranger that would call himself my husband.
I shuddered visibly when the bell rang signifying that someone was at the door. I suppressed a groan as Liyla returned a short plump woman following behind. My mother stood a large smile on her well aged face. I followed suit as my mother greeted the woman.
"Ah Linda I m so glad you could come" she cooed as if talking to a small child. It disgusted me how could she do this to me? Did nothing I wanted matter?
"Mother please!" I begged.
"I do not want this please call off this wedding" tears in my eyes I ran from the room. But I knew that no matter what three days from now I would become Mrs. Edward Masen.