"Lucy, I have decided on who will be your husband. Lord William's son in a very fine young man. His name is Rogue, and you will meet him tomorrow," said Lucy's father, Jude Heartfilia.
Lucy kept her composure; however, on the inside, she was stunned. When her father called her to his study, she had suspicions that he wanted something from her; he never called her unless he was deciding her future without her say. It frustrated her to no end, but she could only keep her composure and agree with him. At times like these, she wished that she was born in a normal family; at least then she could decide her own fate.
Lucy nodded. "Yes, father. I understand." "Very well then. You may leave me now."
It wasn't until Lucy reached her room when she started to cry. It was so unfair! She wanted to find her own love. When she was younger, her mother would read her fairy tales about princesses and how they found love on their own. Lucy was supposed to find her own prince.
She heard a soft knock on her door. "Mistriss Lucy..." It was Mrs. Spetto. Lucy got up from her bed ,rubbing her eyes, and answered the door. "Yes, Mrs. Spetto?" The look on Mrs. Spetto's face told her that she knew what Lucy's father had told her. She pulled Lucy into a tight embrace and whispered comforting words to her while Lucy began to cry again. Lucy's body began to shake with each sob. "It's okay. It's okay, Mistress Lucy. Everything will be alright."