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Chapter One: Five Years Later
It's been five years since Henry and Carina broke father's curse. I'm happy that we were all reunited. I finally feel like I have a father, and Ben will not have to grow up the same way I did, without a father-which is a good thing.
Henry and Carina have been married now for three years and have a baby girl, which they named Mira, after a star. Or at least that is what Carina says. I believe her though. She knows a lot about the stars considering she is an astronomer and a good one at that. In my opinion, Carina is the best astronomer in the world, but she wouldn't believe me if I told her that.
Father has settled back to a somewhat normal life. He went back to his occupation before being Captain of the Flying Dutchman, a blacksmith, and Henry has followed in his footsteps-which did not come as much of a surprise.
While Henry has gotten married, I still am alone. It's almost as if I'm destined to remain single. Some people even call me an old maid-even though, I do not consider myself to be that old. Not that I really care too much. There's not a single man here that I am interested in. They are all annoying and fake. However, there is one man, Phillip Morgan, who evidently is enamored with me. He gets on my last nerve though. Everyday it's the same thing. He tries to woo me, but he fails every day. It has almost become a game between the two of us. However, he will never win. I won't let him have that satisfaction.
As I walk down the streets of the town, I hear a voice calling my name. "Sarah," I hear the voice say. I recognize that voice all too well. It's the soon to be Lord Morgan. I consider ignoring him once more, but it won't do much good. He will still keep calling my name. He's relentless. Finally, after careful consideration, I turn around. Instantly, I regret my decision.
"Sarah," he says again.
"Yes, Mr. Morgan," I say.
"You don't have to be so formal," he says. "You know you can call me, Phillip. Besides, I'm not a Lord yet."
"I would rather call you Mr. Morgan," I say. "Now, what is it you want?"
"I was wanting to personally invite you to my ceremony tonight," he says. This is not the first time he has invited me. This ceremony is because he is moving up in ranks. He will soon by known as Lord Morgan. While this is a great honor, I really do not want to attend. However, I don't see how I will have much choice otherwise. "I'm hoping that you will be able to come."
"I suppose I will be there," I say reluctantly.
"Great, I will arrange a carriage to pick you up," he says. I politely smile. I don't know what else I can do.
"Good day, Mr. Morgan," I say as I walk away. That man exasperates me. I wish that he would take a hint and leave me alone. He always tries to find some way to talk to me every single day. He could have any woman that he wanted, but for some odd reason he chose me-which I think is crazy.
I then walk over to my father's blacksmith shop, but he is not around, but I see Henry working on a sword. I suppose talking to Henry will do; I need to vent to someone.
"Are you busy?" I ask.
"Not really," he says. "What's wrong?"
"Lord Morgan bothered me again," I say.
"I know that he has been driving you crazy, but I'm sure that there are plenty of girls that would love for him to give them the time of day," Henry says. I sigh.
"They can have him," I say. Henry laughs and I laugh.
"Oh, I heard a rumor that you might be interested in," Henry says.
"It's probably not true," I say.
"It may not be, but due to it concerning you, I thought I would pass on this information," he says. "I heard that Phillip Morgan is going to ask you to marry him tonight at his ceremony." I just stand there quiet for a minute.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"That's just what I've heard, which doesn't mean anything, but I thought you would want to know," he says.
"Thank you for the heads up," I say. "At least now it won't come as a total shock."
"If he does ask for your hand in marriage, what are you going to say?" he asks.
"No," I say. "I have no desire to marry someone like him. I don't love him. I only want to marry for love,not out of obligation,"
"I figured that's what you were going to say," he says. "Just don't be so blunt about it. From what I've heard he is in love with you."
"More like infatuated," I say. "But don't worry, I'll let him down gently."
"Sarah, seriously, don't act like you normally do," he says.
"And why can't I be myself," I say. "I might be blunt, but at least I speak my mind, unlike most people."
"It's not a bad thing, I'm just making a suggestion, that's all," he says.
"And I heard you loud and clear," I say. "I guess I'll need to get going so that I can get ready for tonight. Not that I really want to go, but I feel as if I have no choice."
"You're being a bit dramatic," he says as he rolls his brown eyes at me. I then walk off and head home to get ready for the worst night of my life.