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EPOV

The incident went exactly as my father predicted.

As soon as she found out about the decision, I could see the flicker in her eyes.

But then the damned messenger brought the wretched letter from Brady Shire. She lost all her calm in those moments and verged on being extremely rude to my father; my heart broke for this woman. It would be clear to anyone who looked in her clear eyes, the love she held for her father.

The calm that took over her when she saw reason, made me for a moment feel that she would run away. She held a very speculative look. I think even my father saw it and hence relented on her leaving the same day.

When Tanya approached in the hallway to request she accompany me to Brady Shire, I had reached my own breaking point.

I was faintly aware of Lady Isabella standing around the corner. I just hoped that she either did not hear or disregarded the way I was about to treat this woman.

I had always been aware of Tanya's hopes and aspirations and had always made it extremely clear to her that I did not share such sentiments.

I had known since the day that I had come of age that I had to marry Aro's daughter Irina.

A year before I came of age, Dabney had been defeated and the treaty had been signed.

The treaty followed a rather bitter defeat and to calm down the storm that was about to build, my marriage to her was promised.

I knew a lot about her. Spoilt and cruel was the only way that I ever her being described as. To say that I was furious would have been putting it lightly. I had always hoped to marry the love of my life and before the war of Dabney, I actually thought it a possibility. I wished to have the love and respect that my parents had for each other.

Taking the state of my mind, my parents had put off the marriage for some time to acclimatize to the changes that were about to take place.

Over the years, I had learnt to numb myself to all that happened around me. All thoughts of fidelity and gifting my wife my virtue washed away slowly. Initially I tried to fight it. I thought that may be, I would bring myself to be faithful and maintain fidelity with her. Be friends with her. I learnt that she was also turning out just like me. Multiple bedmates, numerous. I thought that may be since the way that we were reacting to the news was so similar that maybe we could find ourselves to match each other.

It was then that Lords Jasper and Emmett washed away all such thoughts. She had always been like this, and my last resolve to try to be what I always wanted to be, was broken.

I always knew that the courtiers did not find my behavior proper but were too afraid to voice their concerns. My mother had accepted the way that I had coped with their decisions. Lady Isabella had been the first person to openly judge me on my vices and ask me for a reason behind my foolishness.

She had so easily called me out and had given me such practical answers to all my questions regarding her worry, it almost left me stunned. For a moment I had felt extremely bitter about her reactions. Who was she to question me? Did she know anything about my predicament?

I asked her if she spoke from experience. As soon as the words left my mouth, remorse filled me at the way I was behaving, to a Lady in the least.

The way she handled the situation only filled me with respect. Any other woman in her place would have been ashamed, furious and also would have cried, even if the accusation had been false.

I wished for once that I had not chosen the path I did. That I had the option that used to have. This woman would be so easy to fall in love with, I could only imagine. At least I wished to have her friendship.

On our way to her home, I thought about Lady Isabella's time in the castle. How she must feel there. The night of the ball, I had to say, she looked so beautiful, so pure and yet so forlorn and lonely.

I had found myself aching to hold her hands and tell her over and over that she was not alone.

When I saw Sir Benjamin talk to her, I felt a bit surprised and a bit jealous, also a bit apprehensive about his intensions. I knew that he wished to court Lady Keanna, so I was surprised that he would approach her so easily.

When I saw a few minutes later that he was dancing with Lady Keanna and Lady Isabella was nowhere to be seen, I was concerned about her welfare. I had known from my teacher a bit about how our minds worked. I knew that anyone who gave her a bit of attention in her trying time would find himself a place in her heart and thus make her more vulnerable. It was not that I did not trust Sir Benjamin. I did, yet I had been concerned.

In these moments of contemplation and clarity of thought, I wished with all my heart that Lord Aro was truly behind all the conspiracy against the crown. While it also brought fear, for his viciousness knew no bounds, but we had defeated him once and we would again. This time we knew more that he thought we did.

I had been observing Lady Isabella just like she had been others around her. It would have been very hard to notice unless you were looking for it. While I was observing her for signs of fatigue I noticed her trying to distract herself with it.

She stood very firm in her opinion that she would have a lot of time to mourn later and that as the mistress of the house it was her duty, not to let her people feel the loss of leadership.

I found myself wondering through the evening, what it would take to break this woman. How strong could she be? Would she be able to keep calm even as her father was buried? Would she be able to return to the hustle bustle of the castle? If not would father let her stay here alone? What would people say? Would she care?

As we walked faster towards the fire crackers, only to discover the huge fire; I saw her fall. I knew my answer. It would take another loss to break her…

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