The Crown Prince’s deal

”I hope you understand it, Vivian, ” the blond man in front of her said, with a fake worried face. She hated that. Condescending was something Vivian Charlotte Astley hated.

”Is there anything I can do to change your mind, Lord Barless? ” she asked, trying to keep her face cool.

He shook his head from one side to the other and pursed his lips.

”No. I just… I love her and I can marry you. ” He looked down for a moment, before staring back into Vivians eyes. ”Im sorry. ”

He got up and left, without courtesy.

Vivian kept seated on the chair inside the parlor, where her ex-fiance-to-be just broke up their future engagement.

How am I going to tell my parents? she thought nervously.

Vivian had been in love with Uriel Barless for many years. Since she could remember ever looking at a boy, that boy was definitely Uriel. When her parents had informed her that she was to wed the man of her dreams, in a conventional marriage, she had been absolutely ecstatic.

The dream didn last long. Four months, to be exact. Now Vivian could understand why he was so eager to visit the Astley Manor. He was there to see Cecil Gilling, her (snake of a) cousin.

Uriel had never showed any interest in her, she knew that, but she believed he would at least be a bit more of a gentleman. Why break up with her on that day? It was not only the day of the Great Ball in celebration of the Kings Birthday, but also her birthday.

”What on Earth is going on? ” her mother, Lady Aleena asked, entering the parlor and looking at her pale daughter. ”How did that happen? ” SHe was, definitely, more than unhappy with the news. But of course, Vivian had just one job, to her: marry well. And the girl had failed.

After listening to endless scolding for something that was not her fault, Vivian didn even have the opportunity to cry, for she had to be ready for the Kings celebration.

”Lets hope that you can find another husband soon! ” her mother said inside the carriage, and Vivian was not even paying attention. She looked outside the window, trying to hold back her tears. That was not the birthday she had thought she was going to have.

Normally, she was very polite and would be great company to have, but not that day, no–she was gloomy.

After talking to a few people, she found a breach and went to the gardens, where she sat on a bench and let herself cry her heart out. She had never cried in front of others, she hated to look like she was self-victimizing. She hated the looks of pity. And people did look at her like that, during that whole night. Everybody knew about her being dumped by the Marquis.

”Such a shame, ” a deep voice echoed from behind her, and when she turned her head, the first thing she saw was a handkerchief with the initials B.B. embroidered on it. She could admire a good embroidery work, much better than she could make one.

Raising her eyes, she saw a pair of icy blue eyes looking directly at her. The man was so handsome and charming that she couldn avert her eyes–or even utter a word, for that matter. The night was a bit muffled, but, incredibly, a gust of breeze passed through, as if to add a more stupendous effect to the man, seductively moving the longest strands of his dark hair.

”Is my lady not inclined to talk to me? ” he asked with curiosity in his voice, smirking and she could see he was amused.

Vivian frowned.

”Are you… mocking me, sir? ” she asked, pursing her lips. She hated to be the object of mockery and contempt of others.

”Me? By no means, my lady! I would never! ” he said, with a sneer, and took a step in her direction. ”Please, Im here just to offer you my support. ”

”Your support? ” she asked, squinting. Vivian was not one to trust strangers, especially a man with a smirk like his. Her mother used to warn her from such a type.

”Yes. You were crying. Wholeheartedly, I would say. And, of course, I could not pretend not to see it. May I know the cause of your suffering? ”

Vivian licked her lips and sniffed. She didn notice it, but the man had seen that brief movement of hers, and his attention was now directed to her mouth.

”I just… ”she said and stopped. He was a stranger. She couldn just