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Posts: 3780 Member Since:01/14/09 May 1 12 10:15 PM
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Alexander had no idea what in the bloody hell he had done. Betrothed. Him and Sabrina, BETROTHED. No. Not betrothed. They were engaged to her. He was betrothed to Stephanie. How the hell had he gotten himself into this mess? He loved Sabrina. There was no doubt about that, but how could he possibly think of turning his back on his family? On Gregory. Because they, because he, would never understand this. Alexander didn't even understand this himself. He needed to figure out exactly what to do now. Was he going to honor the agreement set forth by his family or the one he had just made Sabrina?
There was no answer to that, nothing that could tell him what to do in a situation like. And there was no one that he could speak to about it either. No one that he could ask advice for. And it wasn't often that Alexander needed advice on such matters. Women had never really been his problem. Mostly because he knew what his life was going to be like in regards to them. This was not something he had ever, in his wildest dreams, imagine would happen. He was not one of those stupid purebloods to fall in love with someone they weren't suited for. He wasn't. Yet he was. Alexander had never been so confused, never so unsure. He wanted to marry Sabrina, but he wanted to do his duty to his family. Both were important to him. Promises had been made to both. But the path that he needed to take, the decision that he needed to make what not within his grasp. His farewell with Sabrina had left him hopeful that he could come to the proper decision. He had left her with a kiss and much words and with thoughts that maybe this could work. Maybe he could think of a way that this would not end badly for him, or his family. Running a hand through his hair, he shook his head and started back toward the castle. It was going to be a long back. He was taking it slow, trying to collect his thoughts. |
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