Icelyn Newton was a peculiar specimen of young women, one that Gally found quite interesting.

It had been exactly two weeks since they first met, and in Gally's opinion, what a wonderfully splendid two weeks it was. They sat in the library and talked about books and music, spent time in the green house on warm spring afternoons, and had picnics on the dewy morning grass when they pleased. Gally would always hold Lynn's hand when they walked and savored the feeling of her lips against his. Truly wonderful indeed. But Lynn thought otherwise.

With every kiss exchanged, every night where a bed was shared (Newt's idea, not Lynn's), and the second that pretty diamond ring was slipped onto her finger after her and Gally met; she had wished it was Minho.

Lynn wanted the tall, broad-shouldered lover she had encountered almost a year ago. She needed him back, her life wasn't the same with him there at her side when she needed. Gally couldn't even hold a candle to Minho, there was something about him that made Lynn cringe, made her feel uneasy around him. Something was going to happen, and it wasn't going to be good.

But she tried her best not to seem prude or unloving, and remained the light-hearted newly turned nineteen-year-old she now was; just slightly depressed. Lynn replied to Gally's rough, open-mouthed kisses with the sugary light ones she could respond with, held his clammy, sticky hands when he pleased, and forced a smile onto her face whenever he smirked at her.

Lynn was taking her pills every day to keep her sanity in check. Even though, her episodes caused by the Flare had decreased greatly, when and where they did take over it was more intense than the ones previous. But that topic has been flying under the radar for a while.

This arranged marriage was possibly going to be the death of the flaxen haired beauty, well, that's just her opinion. And it was only two more weeks until the wedding with one more eve until the engagement party.

Gally and Lynn decided to stay in her room for the afternoon, enjoy some quiet time before the extravaganza began tomorrow. It was nice and calm in the entirety of the threshold of Newton Mansion; Newt and Sonya were out in the village and the maids, footmen, and butlers were all enjoying themselves downstairs in the servant's quarters. Peace. A luxury Lynn didn't earn too often now that Minho was gone.

While Lynn was perched in the window seat with her satin pale green dress pooled around her and a book in her hand, Gally was kneeling down in front of the nightstand; digging through the draws as he searched for a piece of parchment to write a letter to his family back in the town of Paradise. But instead, he found letters of the past; particularly the ones Minho had sent to Lynn back in the summer of last year.

Slamming the draw shut, Gally arose to his feet, shoulders hardening when Lynn spoke from her place at the window.

"Gally, is everything alright?"

The elder spun around, the letters grasped tight in his white-knuckled fist. He held them up for Lynn to see, watching as her eyes widened at the sight of the past.

"What are these, darling?" Gally spat viciously, hands shaking with rage and brown eyes blackening.

Lynn placed her book down gently, and walked over to where Gally's tall figure nearly towered over her, plucking the letters gently out of his trembling hands. She spared them a long, loving glance, reading the one on top over with her warm hazel eyes. Looking back up at the hard gaze of her fiancé, Lynn offered him a small smile upon her rosy, pink lips.

"They're nothing, just letters from an old friend." Lynn said, wrapping her fingers around Gally's tightened fist; doing her best to calm his nerves. She didn't want him to start being nosy about her former relationship with Minho, and how she never had gotten over him, masking it as best as she could. "I promise you, Gally."

He ripped the top letter out of the petite stack, examining it before Lynn could even tell him to stop. Gally read all of what Minho what written to his soon-to-be wife, seeing how much he loved her and wanted to hold his golden beauty in his arms again.

Gally continued to press on after he was done reading the letter, grabbing them and tearing each and every one apart before Lynn's glassy eyes. "Oh? So Minho Park was a former friend of yours who wrote you letters professing his undying love to you?"

He grabbed hold of both Lynn's wrists, digging his nails into her flesh as a stray whimper escaped her lips; eyes squeezing shut in pain.

"Does he still write to you, Icelyn? Hm? Does he continue to write lustful letters to you behind my back?"

Gally tightened his hold around Lynn's alabaster wrists, yanking her into his chest with hands forcing their pelvis' to touch as he rested them on the small of her back. He fiddled with strings that kept the back of Lynn's dress together, the anger caused by the thought of Lynn in an affair behind his back making his thinking blur up.

Lynn remained quiet as Gally continued on, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she prayed for Minho to walk through the door and stop this. Stop everything and whisk her away from Gally and life Newt had planned out for her. Gally leaned down to whisper hotly in her ear, ripping open the back of Lynn's dress with his calloused fingers.

"You're mine, Icelyn! Not Minho Park's and not anybody else's." He growled, shoving the shoulders of Lynn's dress down her arms. "You're mine."

With a sudden burst of energy, Lynn shoved Gally away from her being, pulling up her dress to give herself some modesty. "I don't belong to anyone!" She shouted, clutching the material tight around her breasts. "And I especially don't belong to you! I don't even want to marry you, Gally! I wouldn't to have the name of a vile and cruel human being attached to mine!"

The sound of skin hitting skin bounced off the royal blue walls, the sudden force from Gally's hand causing Lynn to fall to the ground; clutching her redden cheek. She laid there in complete shock, not knowing of what to do or how to do it. Gally was faster and stronger than she could ever be, an escape would be stupid. But if she ran now and screamed, surely someone would be bound to hear her. Wait, the servants are in the basement, in their quarters, no one would hear her from down there. And Newt and Sonya wouldn't be back for another hour. Lynn was all on her own.

Alone. Lynn was alone, with Gally. There was no escape. So what was the point, she was going to let him do whatever he wanted to do. No one would hear her cries for help or screams of discomfort. They wouldn't even know. Next thing she knew, Lynn was brought to her feet by the strands of her hair, crying out in pain as Gally threw her onto the bed.

No one would hear her cries. No one would care.

He pounced on top of her in mere seconds, tearing the dress from her body and tossing it to the side. "You belong to me," He whispered, voice deep and crackly. "And if you don't think that you're mine, think again. I'm going to make you mine, right here, right now."

Lynn was trapped under his toned body, bare skinned and vulnerable in front of her fiancé. In her own bedroom against her will, Gally forced himself upon her. Their skin was slick with sweat, light whimpers and cries falling out of Lynn's lips as her body was pinned to mattress. The ability to push him off was lost, her eyes cloudy, mind and soul unwilling to even try.

Everything had been taken away from her. Her love, her life, her sanity. Everything. Gone.

She wanted Minho. Minho would never do this. He would never even think to do such a thing; he would've never make love to her this way.

She was alone, and there was no one to help her.

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The air at dinner was thick.

Lynn sat uncomfortably in her chair, the pain almost unbearable to contain from the events prior to walking into the dining room. Gally was seated next to her, a hand resting possessively on her inner thigh. She would often shift in her chair, eyes glossy and smile forced. When Gally's hand dared to inch upward beneath the table cloth; a sharp intake of breath escaped Lynn's lips, attracting Newt's attention immediately as her fiancé continued to chat with Sonya.

"What's wrong?" He questioned quietly, an eyebrow raised. Lynn met her brother's gentle chestnut eyes, taking a deep breath before answering.

"Nothing, I'm just not feeling well." Lynn sighed. "Would you mind if I went to bed early?"

Newt shook his head, immediately standing up from his chair. "Not at all. I'm not feeling well either, I'll go up with you." He pressed a kiss to Sonya's cheek and walked over to the other side of the table, holding his hand out to his sister.

Taking the elder's hand, Lynn exited the dining room with Gally's gaze piercing the back of skull; feeling his intense stare without even having to turn around. The sound of the light chatter made by Gally and Sonya still echoed from the dining room as Lynn and Newt ascended the staircase, Lynn thanking the heavens that Gally didn't follow them.

Murmuring a goodnight to her brother before he could say anything, Lynn dashed up the second staircase and scampered off to her bedroom; quickly shutting the door behind her and letting out a loose sob that had been contained since prior to dinner.

Her room was a complete and utter mess. The letters Minho had written almost a year ago had been torn and scattered all over the floor, her pristine white bed sheets were rumpled and bloodied, remnants of her pretty pale green dress were hanging on the mirror beside the vanity. Thoughts and awful memories began to fill her mind of what Gally had done to her, how he treated her. She never expected an outburst like that to happen, and what the product of it would be.

Leaning back against the door, Lynn slumped to the floor; wrapping her arms around her torso as if to give herself some comfort that no one else seemed to provide her with. Tears tainted her freckled cheeks with trails of red, the salty water dampening the golden material of her dress.

She thought back to when she first met Minho, how sweetly her greeted her and spent that brisk summer's eve by her side. Oh, how Lynn longed for it to be that moment in time once more. To be content and free in the arms of her love. And how she knew that blissful feeling would never return to her again.

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