Lucy threw herself back onto her bed kicking the door shut with her foot. She winced as her aching feet made contact with the wooden panels. These new heels made her poor feet ache like crazy, "That stupid party!" she muttered irritably, "Stupid boys!" Her face glowered as she remembered the recent events of a young man getting way too close for comfort whilst they danced. "I'm never getting married to one of those perverts." She whispered to herself laying back in bed still in her incredibly frilly pink dress. Not bothering to change before she slept. She was so sick of all these prissy parties being used as a chance to show off how much money people had, it was a constant battle of who had the most money. She was only invited because her father was a duke and she was his little puppet.

Knock knock. "Lady Lucy?…" a tiny voice came, "M-miss?" Lucy rolled over, the sunlight beamed through the curtains practically blinding her. She hated this place. "Lucy?" she jumped, "Huh? Oh yes… come in." she replied as the wooden door creaked open and a little blue haired maid walked in. She smiled, "Good morning, Wendy." Lucy yawned. Wendy nodded smiling back placing a cup of strong coffee beside the blonde on the table. "Your father would like to see you, Lucy." She said as she moved Lucy's shoes from last night to one side and pulled out a casual blue dress with golden lining and a big gold heart along the top. It was one of Lucy's favourites and Wendy knew it would help brighten her mood a little.

"W-what does he want?" The blonde stuttered, this was strange she went weeks without saying a word to her father, the house was so damned big she could never find him… not that she ever looked. "He didn't say, ma lady." The little girl mumbled as she helped Lucy pull on the blue dress. "O-Oh."

She sipped her coffee before brushing her teeth and hair. She had to look like 'Jude Heartofilia's daughter'. She looked at herself in the mirror scowling at the girl she saw staring back. She sighed moving away from it as she applied another coat of lip gloss nervously. The blonde began walking down one of the many bleak grey corridors looking in the studies and the libraries and the dining halls and the sitting rooms and she even searched the staff wings in the house. The only place she knew he wouldn't be was the garden, he hated the garden. It was filled with beautiful flowers of all kinds, it had long white benches and amazing statues and birds. It was Lucy's favourite place as she could sit by her mother's grave and write stories. She now stood in front of the grave staring at the bright yellow roses that surrounded the pretty headstone. The blonde had unconsciously walked through the garden and to the bench by her mother she loved so much.

She sighed lightly before walking on and making her way back to the house. Then she saw him. Something wasn't right, why was he in the garden?! Frowning at a bunch of daisies, he stood tall in a brown suit with his arms folded as a butler stood silently by his side. "Father." Lucy spoke curtsying. He looked at her, his frown deepening. "Lucy." He boomed motioning to a white bench, "Please, take a seat." Lucy nodded sitting down on the very edge of the bench, her father stayed standing. He looked at the butler for a moment then waved his hand shooing him away. The butler bowed and then scurried off without a word.

"Ahem." He began turning to face her, "Lucy, as you are now sixteen, I -" Lucy cut him off, "Seventeen, Father." She whispered. He scowled, "That's what I said!" he hissed making Lucy jump, "Y-yes Father, Sorry Father." She mumbled looking at the floor. He sighed irritated. "As you are now seventeen, I think it's time for you to carry on our family and… get married." He said. Her eyes went wide, "M-marry?" she said, "But…. Who?" she frowned. "He's a great man, it will give us a lot of press." Jude said almost excitedly. "Y-You already p-picked someone?" Lucy shook partly with fear and partly with anger. "You went behind my back?!" she spat. Jude froze, "I choose you a husband! I'm doing you a favour!" he scowled. "I don't want to get married." Lucy said her eyes pleading. He laughed at her, "You think you have a choice in the matter?" he sniggered. The blonde sat silently hating her father. "You'll be meeting him tomorrow, I expect you to be polite and do as I say… or you'll face the consequences, do you understand?" he hissed at her. She nodded, unconsciously touching the back of her shoulder feeling the raised lines on her skin that would be there forever. With that Jude walked away, stepping on the daisies as he left her there.