Hello faithful followers and readers! i have decided to post a Javert fanfic! I would like to say sorry ahead of time for grammar mistakes, and/or spelling. I also want to quick say sorry if Javert is OOC I will try to keep him as much in character as possible. I will also be posting as much as possible it took me three days of writing and re writing this just to make it to my liking.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original Les Miserables characters listed I only own Louise. All other rights reserved to their rightful owners.

From the day she turned 15 Louise had known she was going to have an arranged marriage. When her father had first told her about it, he had said he wanted to set her up with a fine respectable man who followed the law, and followed the Catholic religion. Louise also found out that the suitor would most likely be much older than her.

Other than not being to love who she wanted Louise's life had been well. With her father being a respectable lawyer, and her mother a nurse Louise had been born into a fairly wealthy family. Being rich had some advantages Louise had gotten to learn many things. She had learnt numerous instruments including the cello, piano, and violin. She was also fluent in English, Latin, and French.

Even Though now she was 20 years old her father still controlled her life, and he would till she married off to the proper man. It was an average Wednesday evening, her and her family had just gotten finished with dinner when her father, Monsieur Delacroix, had announced Louise would be meeting her suitor.

The world around her crumbled when she heard this. Louise had dropped her fork on her plate and stormed upstairs where she would be spending most of her time till the meeting day.

Three days later it was Saturday. To be completely honest Louise had never been so nervous for anything in her short life. Her house made was helping to tighten her corset. She groaned and gasped for air "Marina I can't breathe." She said once the 30 minute struggle was over. The large Frenchwoman just sighed and patted Louise's head.

Her wavy black hair was a single braid down her back, but a few stray hairs hung in her face. She smoothed out her light blue dress and straightened posture then proceeded down the stairs.

She could hear her father talking with a man whose voice was deep and raspy and his sentences short and to the point. Louise stood at the bottom of the steps and smiled. The man she saw was tall his hair and beard was peppered with graying hair, and his gray blue eyes were cold and sad. His face looked as though it was carrying a thousand pounds of stress. No doubt from working.

"Hello father." Louise said and continued her smile.

"Oh Louise!" He said and walked over towards her " This is Monsieur Javert." He said and pointed at the older man.

"It is a pleasure." Louise said and did a low curtsey. She stood straight once again and then took a seat in a chair. "Please do tell me about yourself." She asked with a pleasant smile.

Javert looked down into his cup of tea "I am a police guard at Toulon." He said.

Louise nodded her head and smiled "My that must be quite dangerous." She tried to look enthused.

Javert shook his head "Not particularly."

Louise frowned 'My he is quite the bore.' She said then picked up her own cup of tea just as she was about to sip her father spoke.

"Louise dear, why don't you play Monsieur Javert and I a song. How about on the cello?" He asked with his usual carefree smile.

Louise nodded her head and stood up then began to get her things ready. She opened her cello case and inhaled the woody sent it have off. She grinned when she gripped the neck; she walked over to her chair with a music stand in front and situated herself. She didn't need to pick out music her father had already chosen a piece. It was Six Suites by Bach.

Louise took in a deep breath and let out the first long and low note then her fingers danced across the various strings. The song sounded like a happy one. Louise hit the low notes she smiled those were her favorites. At times she would take in a quick gasp of breath because she couldn't breath due to concentrating.

She only did the Prelude because she figured no one wanted to sit for nearly two and a half hours of playing. Louise smiled and sighed at her father who was clapping. she gave a small nod of her head then turned and walked back to her chair and sat.

Louise sheepishly looked down at her knees when she heard her fathers complements "My daughter isn't she just a gem Monsieur?" All Javert did was curtly nod his head.

As the men continued talking about various things like politics, books, current events, and other things men talked about Louise had grabbed the honey from the kitchen and began mixing it into her tea. She stirred it and began thinking of things. Of life, of the future, and of how her father wanted her to love and marry this man.

Her thought was interrupted when she heard her father ask a question he asked to the previous suitors "Are you a religious man?" He asked.

Javert's eyes seemed to soften when her father asked the religion question. "I am a devoted Catholic, sir" he said and sounded serious.

Her father clapped the man on the shoulder. Javert seemed to tense at that, but her father had hardly noticed "You are a good man Monsieur Javert, and you have my consent to court my daughter."

A clang of dishes was heard as Louise had dropped her cup of tea on the floor. She gasped "Please do forgive; I will clean it." She said and ran to the kitchen with two rags and a broom. Louise picked up the large pieces of glass and gasped quietly as one of them pricked her pale finger. She ignored it then began to sweep up the smaller ones. Once the space was cleared she soaked up the tea and frowned. Then stomped back up to her room.

Thanks for reading!