An: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who gave suggestions for the characters they thought should be involved in the story as well as the name of the OC with a special thanks to-
SmallLittleCagedBird- For the idea of the Romanians, Vladimir and Stefan
Twinime13- For the name Genevieve and also for Emmett.
I really appreciate the help guys and I hope you like the story!
1. Birthday
November 11, 1894
"Happy birthday my darling daughter! Oh I never thought I'd be old enough to see this day. They day my daughter becomes old enough for marriage. You don't how many letters I've received from this country's most eligible gentleman all inquiring about your hand. I almost don't want to give you up." My father chuckled. He was Lord Vladimir Dumitru one of the wealthiest men in all of Romania. Everyone wanted to find a way into his inner circle and now that I was of age men everywhere were competing for a spot in his family and I was their only shot. My father's only child. I had been dreading it all.
"Thank you father. You know that doesn't sound like a bad idea at all I could just stay here with you forever, living as father and daughter for the rest of our lives." I smiled hopefully he would agree.
"That's the problem my dear. The rest your life will be a lot longer than mine. That would be an awful long time to be lonely. I don't want you to become an old spinster and your mother would've wanted you to find love and be happy." He explained. I must have been making a face because his next words were, "Now why would you give your father such a look as that Genevieve? I only want what is best for you. I want to fulfill the promise I made to your mother before she passed." My mother had become very ill around the time I was ten. She had scarlet fever. I remember it being the most terrifying time in my life, watching my mother take ill and die. It was horrible and I miss her more than anything in this world. Father was heartbroken but I was lucky enough that he loved me as much as mother and pulled through so that he could raise me, though he never remarried.
"Father I just worry that with all of these gentleman you speak of, most of them only want to marry me for your wealth. I want true love father the same as you and mother had." I confided in him for he was the only true friend I had.
"And you will darling. You'll find a young man with impeccable social standing who will love and cherish you as long as he lives." Young. That was a word I'd been hoping to here from him. I was so happy to hear that my father wouldn't marry me off to some old, rich pervert. A man who would die long before I do. He wanted me to marry a man who was closer to my age so that I could actually enjoy a life lived as someone's wife.
"I hope you are right father. I'm just very nervous. There is something I would like to ask though." I said.
"I'm listening."
"Well I would like to learn to ride a horse father. I've always found the creatures fascinating and I'm afraid that once I am married I will not be able to fulfill this desire. So I would like to learn before my season starts. I ask that you set the date for the first of January, we could have a New years ball." I grinned and my father smiled softly back at me.
"Any wish of yours is my pleasure to make come true dear. You will start your lessons tomorrow." He gave me a tight hug and then pulled back to look at my face. "Now let's have some cake shall we." And with that he took me down to the dining room to be served dinner and dessert before bed.
"Goodnight father and thank you. For everything." I told him.
"Goodnight Genevieve." He said.