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[Savannah] Africa

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April Horinek

[Savannah] Africa

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 "No. Absolutely not, Elena! I will NOT all you to go!"

"But Papa..."

"No! And that is final! You will stay here, you'll marry that boy, and you will get all of this nonesense out of your head, do you understand?"

She stared at her father, her face flushed and frustrated. She took several deep calming breaths and looked at him, "I don't want to marry him."

Her father looked at her and lifted a brow, "Did I ask what you wanted, Elena? You are going to marry him, and that is my final say."

She had always known it would come to this. There was nothing abnormal about being forced into a loveless marriage. She sighed heavily and looked up at her father, "If I agree to marry him. Willingly. With a big smile on my face...will you let me go?"

Her words gave him pause. She knew he was envisioning hauling her down the aisle rather then accompanying her on his arm. He blustered, and she felt her heart sink.

It was two of her older brothers who came to her rescue, the twins, breaking into the conversation, "We'll accompany her, father. We'll make sure she is safe while she travels. And she won't be going alone, she'll have to take her attendants..."

Her father turned his eyes towards his sons and let out a heavy sigh. It was three against one, and he knew that his children's wills were as strong as his own. He turned back to Elena, scowling, "Fine, fine. You may go. For six months, and no more. And when you return, there will be a wedding waiting for you and that boy, understand?"

She let out a squeal of joy, launching herself into her fathers arms and kissing his cheeks, "Oh! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Papa! I promise, six months! Thank you!"

With a grin, she bounded off, up the stairs and towards her bedroom, leaving her father in stunned silence. He sighed and rubbed his temples, glancing at her brothers, "I suppose I should make travel arrangements..."

Her mother, from the other room let out a soft, cultured laugh, "She is definitely your daughter, Edward."

He chuckled and shook his head, looking towards there stairs where he could hear his precocious daughter clattering, "I know, Cat. I know..."
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