zuzu
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The rain had been falling down upon the city of Pitrow for hours now, and the sky was slowly turning to a dark grey colour. It felt like weeks since Pitrow had received any sunlight, and the people were in a bad mood, having been forced to halt their work and huddle next to their fires for warmth, instead. In Crawford castle, which was a short walk away from the city, the atmosphere was especially unpleasant. For the servants there, working outside with the horses, or in the garden, was their favourite part of their day, and, if it was raining like it had been for several days now, they had to work inside, where he was. The young lord, Lucian. He never went outside when the sun was shining, and he seemed almost pleased when it was raining. And Lucian pleased was nearly as frightening as Lucian angry.
But it wasn't just the rain that had dampened the mood in Crawford castle. Today was the day that Lucian's fiancée would finally arrive. Nobody had ever thought that this day would come. For years Lucian had refused to marry, but recently he had chosen a young woman named Audrey. Some servants were optimistic enough to think that she could change Lucian, while others had hoped that, for the girl's sake, her parents would refuse the marriage offer. They had not.
At half past noon, a man who appeared to be in his sixties, wearing a sleek black suit, quietly entered Lucian's study. He stood, with perfect posture, in the middle of the room, and looked at the young lord, who stared out of the large window behind his desk, and at the castle's garden that was, for once in some time, free of people. "My lord," he began in a polite fashion, as he rested his hands behind his back, "your fiancee is arriving now. Would you like me to escort you to the entrance hall?"
Lucian was silent for a moment, his dull blue gaze flitting about the vast array of flowers in the garden. Then, he turned to place the glass of red wine that he had been holding on his desk, and, without even glancing at the man, said: "I have no need of your company, Walter. Make yourself useful elsewhere."
"As you wish, my lord," Walter said, seeming unsurprised by Lucian's cold refusal. Not a moment later, he exited the study, leaving Lucian alone again.
The young lord simply glared hauntingly down at his unfinished drink for what felt like minutes, before, once he had shoved his hands into his pockets, he sauntered out of his study, and into the halls.
No one could tell whether or not Lucian Crawford was glad to be getting married. They could only hope that the young girl would make it out alive, unlike the rest of his family.
But it wasn't just the rain that had dampened the mood in Crawford castle. Today was the day that Lucian's fiancée would finally arrive. Nobody had ever thought that this day would come. For years Lucian had refused to marry, but recently he had chosen a young woman named Audrey. Some servants were optimistic enough to think that she could change Lucian, while others had hoped that, for the girl's sake, her parents would refuse the marriage offer. They had not.
At half past noon, a man who appeared to be in his sixties, wearing a sleek black suit, quietly entered Lucian's study. He stood, with perfect posture, in the middle of the room, and looked at the young lord, who stared out of the large window behind his desk, and at the castle's garden that was, for once in some time, free of people. "My lord," he began in a polite fashion, as he rested his hands behind his back, "your fiancee is arriving now. Would you like me to escort you to the entrance hall?"
Lucian was silent for a moment, his dull blue gaze flitting about the vast array of flowers in the garden. Then, he turned to place the glass of red wine that he had been holding on his desk, and, without even glancing at the man, said: "I have no need of your company, Walter. Make yourself useful elsewhere."
"As you wish, my lord," Walter said, seeming unsurprised by Lucian's cold refusal. Not a moment later, he exited the study, leaving Lucian alone again.
The young lord simply glared hauntingly down at his unfinished drink for what felt like minutes, before, once he had shoved his hands into his pockets, he sauntered out of his study, and into the halls.
No one could tell whether or not Lucian Crawford was glad to be getting married. They could only hope that the young girl would make it out alive, unlike the rest of his family.
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