Arthur held his two hands together nervously, awaiting the moment he would meet woman who was to be his bride. Weddings such as these were not something that had approval in Arthur's mind. Yes, gaining money was a wonderful thing.. But marrying an unknown woman just to improve his living standards was out of the question. His father insisted though, for some odd reason, though Arthur would of thought father would rather him marry for love as he did. It was very confusing and Arthur had a hunch it had something to do with the politics his family, the noble Kirklands, were involved in with the Queen and her royal family.
The woman, the wife to be, was coming from a different country, and Arthur was unsure of what she would look like, smell like, or even what language she would speak. A chambermaid, who was well acquainted with the young Englishman tried to cheer him up by bringing him scones and pastries from the kitchen. He still fret the moment though. As she poured him tea into a small cup, Arthur shifted in his chair nervously and heard a loud, obnoxious laugh boom down the heart jumped. Very soon, a woman, who looked more like a man in a dress stumbled into the room with Mr. Kirkland, laughing, and holding his arm. Assuming this was his bride, Arthur made note of her features; which consisted of a long pointy nose, light blue eyes, ungodly short blond hair, ridiculously broad shoulders, a body taller than his, and a tiny chest. 'She's rich.. This is what father wants..' Arthur told himself as the woman greeted herself.
"My name is Amelia Jones, sir, " she said in an oddly high-pitched voice. It sounded fake, and her giggle afterwords sounded even more fake. Arthur decided not to notice, and instead smiled politely. There was a hand out for him to kiss, and when he took it, Arthur realized it was bigger than his own.
"Arthur Kirkland," he smiled, and kissed her hand. "I expect we'll become acquainted fairly quick, seeing as I already can not keep my eyes off you." This was true, but in a strange 'I can't seem to figure out quite what you are' way.
"OHHH Artie~ You're just toooo sweet! You're candy for the eyes too, deary." Amelia giggled once again. Arthur shivered, and he immediately found a word to describe her; manly. Her frame was more manly than his actually..
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