We slowly drove up the long, winding pathway to the Kaiba Estate. As we got closer, I was able to make out a large statue of a dragon made out of marble. However, this was not merely one marble dragon but three identical dragons all-spurting water from their mouths into a pool of water below. Behind the giant statue was an even grander, white mansion. The windows were outlined with dark blue shutters and the door was made of a dark wood I could not identify. The mansion appeared to be about three levels and from what I could tell, had multiple rooms on each floor. It appeared to me that his company must have been doing even better than my father's must if he was able to live in such luxury.

As the limousine came to a stop right in front of the stairs that led to the entrance of the manor, Seto exited the door to his right, without waiting for the chauffer to open it for him. I barely took notice of this as I continued gaze up at my new home. Eventually the door to my own right opened and I glanced out to see the chauffer holding the door. I blushed, embarrassed that I hadn't noticed I could get out of the car and quickly escaped the confinement of the limo, uttering a quiet apology and thank you to the man holding the car door open.

I swiftly walked to the back of the limo where I could see Mr. Kaiba, I mean Seto; open the trunk and grab, yet again, two of the three bags placed in there. Without a word, he walked past me, heading for the stairs that would eventually reach the entrance to the estate. I imitated his actions by grabbing the remaining bag from the trunk and closing it with enough force to lock it in place. Then I followed him up the stairs to the house. As I climbed the stairs, I was faintly aware of a car engine starting and driving off, probably to go park the limousine somewhere.

Finally, I reached the top of the flight of steps as Seto opened the mansion door and strode in. I timidly followed his suit and walked in as well. I noticed he placed my bags against a wall of the building and I continued to imitate his movements and did the same. Next to the bags, I noticed a door, which I assumed to be a closet. Glancing away, I realized we were in a very ostentatious looking hall. Directly across for the closet was a parlor, decorated with a lovely navy blue color and black, leather furniture. This room also contained a large plasma screen television as well as dark wood furniture that appeared to coincide with the front door. However, this room was nothing compared to the extravagant hallway, because the small hallway led directly into a large atrium. The vestibule consisted of a marble floor and large marble staircase that split off into two sections at the very top, each subsequent to its own side, each side curving to make a circular stairway. Both the right and left staircase ended in front of a small round table with yet another statue of the dragon that was part of the fountain. Then, right above the statue of the dragon was an extravagant chandelier made of what looked like pure crystal.

Then, to my surprise, at the very top of the stairs on the right hand side stood a young boy, probably no older than 12. His face broke out into a large grin as he saw Seto walk into the entrance hall. He hurriedly scampered down the flight of stairs and engulfed Seto into a large embrace. After a minute or so, he released him and started speaking with him.

"Seto! I've missed you so much big bro, how was your trip? Were you able to settle things with Mr. Nemes?" He asked inquisitively.

Seto, with an irritated look on his face said, "See for yourself Mokuba." With that, he gestured to me, standing awkwardly behind him.

I was not prepared for the angry glare sent my way by the young man that I assumed to be Mokuba Kaiba, Seto's younger brother.

Glaring at me, he questioned, "So you're the mean woman that is forcing my big brother to marry you? You're terrible; you don't deserve someone as great as my big brother Seto!"

Sadly glancing at the floor I muttered, "I am well aware of my position and that I could not possibly measure up to someone like your brother young Mokuba. However, the situation cannot be helped, if I had a choice in the matter I would free your poor brother of me in a heartbeat, but as situation dictates, neither he nor I have any say in the matter concerning our union. I understand your resentment towards me and it is not unfounded. However, all I can do is continually ask for forgiveness until you can accept the apology. So I am sorry, for everything, but there is nothing I can do."

I shyly glance upward, searching the eyes of the young Kaiba, hoping to find some ounce of forgiveness.

Thankfully, he did forgive my intrusion into their lives because he then stated, "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were against this as well, I hope you aren't angry and I'd like it if we can get along well."

I smiled softly at the young, naïve boy and nodded my head, expressing the same hope, for a good experience together.

"Well, now that, that's over with, follow me to your room, and then I will be heading to work." Seto stated, looking at me as if I were a huge inconvenience, which strictly speaking, I basically was.

I followed him up the right flight of stairs Mokuba had previously bounded down in order to greet his brother, and follow Seto to the right, passing room after room, until finally we reached the room on the very end to the left. He opened the door and walked in. As I followed him, I found myself in a beautifully decorated room. The walls were a deep maroon color with dark cherry wood furniture. The bed was a queen-sized canopy with a fuchsia comforter. To the left was a private bathroom decorated with purple and white. As I continued to look around the room, I saw two doors that appeared to lead out into a balcony. I assumed it must look out into the garden because we were not facing the right direction for the front of the house. I looked at Seto who was still positioned in the doorway. Truthfully, I was surprised he was still standing there.

"Thank you very much um, Seto, this is beautiful," I said to him shyly with a small smile on my face.

He grunted a response, which I assumed to be his version of 'You're Welcome' and with that, he exited my new room and walked away. I stared at the place he once stood for a moment, the turned around to begin exploring my new surroundings.