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"MOTHER! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?!" Sara whom was upset and angry that she would do something like this shouted at her mom.
"Sarra, calm down, you needed me to do this. You kept turning down every suitor. So I simply arranged a marriage for you. I was sick of waiting for you to choose. And as soon as he does arrive I expect you to be on your best behavior. No running into the woods or wherever you go and get dirty. It's simply unladylike." Her mother said in a calm tone that sent shivers down Sarra's back.
"But mother, why should you care? You have never cared before about me or what I wanted to do. I'm only seventeen. And I want to wait to get married."
"NO. You are not going to become an old spinster hag. You shall marry. And he is a lord, you should be grateful I set this up for you."
"You're serious; you really want me to get married to some child or some old perverted creep just for money."
"Why? Don't you? And he isn't some old creep, he happens to be 5 years younger then me. It isn't just for money, it's because you are ruining your chance at life. And act like a lady from now on. For you will be one soon." Sarra's mom said leaving to go to her room.
~~~~~~in Clarisse's (Sarra's Mom) room~~~~~~
"I hope I wasn't too harsh on her. But I am worried." Clarisse said to her husband in a worried tone, hearing an 'I hate you mom' from a distance and her daugher starting to weep.
"Clarisse, we have to do this. 'Both paths have losses, let the girl decide her own', If we did not give her the choice then 'Greater loss shall you face if you not head my warning'. We are doing the right thing. I'll miss you though."
"I'll wait for you. Here, I must go now." Clarisse said once she got herself together and handing her husband two letters left the house. ~~~with Sarra~~~
"She is so infuriating sometimes. I HATE YOU MOM!" She screamed, wanting to get her fury out at the world for forcing her into a wedding when she was promised to choose her own husband. Sarra went into the forest and quickly jogged to her favorite spot with a river and a small glen a mile or so away.
"MOTHER! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?!" Sara whom was upset and angry that she would do something like this shouted at her mom.
"Sarra, calm down, you needed me to do this. You kept turning down every suitor. So I simply arranged a marriage for you. I was sick of waiting for you to choose. And as soon as he does arrive I expect you to be on your best behavior. No running into the woods or wherever you go and get dirty. It's simply unladylike." Her mother said in a calm tone that sent shivers down Sarra's back.
"But mother, why should you care? You have never cared before about me or what I wanted to do. I'm only seventeen. And I want to wait to get married."
"NO. You are not going to become an old spinster hag. You shall marry. And he is a lord, you should be grateful I set this up for you."
"You're serious; you really want me to get married to some child or some old perverted creep just for money."
"Why? Don't you? And he isn't some old creep, he happens to be 5 years younger then me. It isn't just for money, it's because you are ruining your chance at life. And act like a lady from now on. For you will be one soon." Sarra's mom said leaving to go to her room.
~~~~~~in Clarisse's (Sarra's Mom) room~~~~~~
"I hope I wasn't too harsh on her. But I am worried." Clarisse said to her husband in a worried tone, hearing an 'I hate you mom' from a distance and her daugher starting to weep.
"Clarisse, we have to do this. 'Both paths have losses, let the girl decide her own', If we did not give her the choice then 'Greater loss shall you face if you not head my warning'. We are doing the right thing. I'll miss you though."
"I'll wait for you. Here, I must go now." Clarisse said once she got herself together and handing her husband two letters left the house. ~~~with Sarra~~~
"She is so infuriating sometimes. I HATE YOU MOM!" She screamed, wanting to get her fury out at the world for forcing her into a wedding when she was promised to choose her own husband. Sarra went into the forest and quickly jogged to her favorite spot with a river and a small glen a mile or so away.